From One Monster To Another

From One Monster To Another

A Poem by Xuru


It is shine and elegance I lack as I peel back my fingernails and share with you my filth.


I spin tales for the depraved and nasty. Their crooked smiles sharp with wit and venom.


I bruise my knuckles for the lost boys left to wander, breaking my chains in haste so that I may join their pack.


I sing love songs to the wives who lie untouched while I count their breaths from beneath their beds.


So raise a glass and splash the rye to commemorate this monstrosity brewing.

© 2017 Xuru


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Xuru
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Hells bells, love this one!! Words just flow lovely yet...dark...peel back my fingernails...loved that line...made me cringe haha!! Only difference i would make is the last line i would change "in us" to "within us" but thats just me...beautiful vile 😉 tooe marks

Posted 5 Years Ago


Xuru

5 Years Ago

Glad you enjoyed this.

Thank you Carson for the read.
The dark side of human nature.
I really like this stanza:
I bruise my knuckles for the lost boys left to wander, breaking my chains in haste so that I may join their rat pack.
But wonder if 'rat' interrupts the flow. And brings to mind pop culture references that don't fit.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Xuru

5 Years Ago

Will definitely think about it, need more constructive criticism on this site to be completely hones.. read more
Shannon

5 Years Ago

Well, it's been a while since I wrote that. I think a balance between supportive and constructive go.. read more

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Added on August 7, 2016
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Tags: poetry, love, dark, short, writing, drabble, story, prose

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Xuru
Xuru

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