Monster

what's the feeling that most eating me inside?
is it boredom or loneliness
or do they make symbiosis to form dark shadows
slowly
my heart's ripped skin by skin
cold, strong, and ruthless
venom spreads in my veins
slowly
I can't even recognize myself
thunder and storm
the monster has came out from my chest

poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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