I’ve created a monster… a horrible being with fangs and taloned hands. He slinks, growling and terrifying. He’s insane, a cannibal. I’ve created a monster… one who seeks darkness and hates light. One who breaks love but encourages hate. One that is angry, maleficent, malice ridden. I’ve created a monster… that is dangerous.

“Who is this monster?” You might ask me quietly, your beautiful eyes wide and innocent. You pull the blankets up to your chin and sniffle.

I am the monster- and the monster is I, doll.