It Came From Beneath the Sink

It was something you created

Your monster, like Frankenstein’s

Rampaging the land with its promise of

Black souls and

Snakes, feasting at the flesh

And it really wasn’t that bad, for then

When the worst thing that happened was that he didn’t look at you

Or she looked too much

It was overdramatic

Generalizing

Angst? Illegitimate

So when you read through it and try to remember

What caused it this time

You don’t, can’t, or won’t

And it really doesn’t matter because you’re

Older and wiser (definitely older, anyway)

And those things are overshadowed by those that make you giggle,

Laugh so hard that you think your lungs will explode

So these remnants, these monsters,

They’re not yours anymore
BR>

Looking back, it was a good idea at the time.