beastly
there is a monster inside of me
when it all becomes too much
I turn to her
set her free
relish in her destruction
bask in her hatred
maybe it is monstrous
to feel more at home
with a monster
than in my own skin
but perhaps
it is more beastly
that I have learned
to be this way
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