It is a condition that
monsters do not perceive
themselves as such, who
hasn’t ever wondered am I
a person or is this what it
means to be a monster?
I have made it my specialty,
to thwart the magic of this
beast, man, you will live,
you will be rescued. We
must look out for each
other. Didn’t you know?
I have not always been
a monster. They say
I’m a beast. When all
along I thought that’s
what a woman was, and
I feast on it. The she
monster is hardly a new
phenomenon. The idea
of a female untamed
against monsters, prey
on the passions of the body,
they prey swiftly with fate,
and take possession
of the human creature.
I didn’t want to be
a monster, being
a woman was the best
solution. I want to be
unbearable. I am tired
of having hands, I want
to live on the sun.
the skies are full
of them A monster
in the shape
of a woman,. Both
shelter and warning,
a divine messenger
at once, a monster is not
such a terrible thing to be.
Personally, I’m a mess
of conflicting impulses,
Let me tell you what I do
know, I am more than a
monster. inside the hungers
now I’m trying to dig
deeper. Is it better
to be quietly devoured
or to out monster
the monster? I was
driven because
I was afraid of what
was wild and indecent
in me. I wanted to be
like others. When I
looked around, I saw
and heard a monster
like me. Why is it
a monster? But you
have to satisfy the monster
that has loved you longer
than anyone else. How
can I teach her some way
of being that won’t destroy
her? And what I want
to say is that I am
a changeling, half-
creaturely, people feel
that in her, the nonhuman.
people are afraid of her.
something in her inspires
a nonhuman attachment.
Then the other wilderness
turned all women into
wild wounds. She had
an untamed gaze like that
of a feral animal. Does
she wander still searching
into her eyes, in her own
language for the wildness
once and for all? How
can she bear the human
of becoming pain? Who
surprised the drives of being
a monster? Stirring inside
her, she resists death.