monster. ~ spoken word.

I met a monster once,

I know it sounds stupid because the existence of monsters is what you believed aged one.

Unless you're a Harry Potter fan or a passionate player of Dungeons and Dragons then in the 'Nerds Manual' it is neatly scribed "MONSTERS ARE REAL" under chapter 2 subsection 9.

But this monster's different. 

This is a monster who placed all it's weight on my chest,

A monster who'd follow me everywhere and I'd know because just-just lightly on my neck I'd feel it's breath.

A monster who'd appear only briefly, not even for a second when I laid to rest.

But in the morning it's shadows my eyelids kept.

Yet.

It's face. 

It's face, its never shown. 

I wouldn't be able to describe it let alone put pen to paper,

because every time I called on it, this creatures features grew fainter.

Features I longed to see,

but what I learned to understand, this monster only appeared when it needed me.

So one night, I waited. I waited for this monster who'd appear only briefly not even for a second when I laid to rest. 

And within that millisecond I grabbed onto it for dear life, my target it's head.

I grabbed so hard my fingernails bled and in clumps it's hair began to shed. 

Then I caught a glimpse, a glimpse of a face impossible for me to ever forget. 

You know when you have a dream that you're falling and when you wake up there's a slight bounce on your bed?

now imagine that feeling but deep inside your chest.

my breathing grew heavy, my head beading with sweat. 

For I knew this monster. 

I knew this monster always put the teabag in first then the sugar.

I knew every morning when combing her hair this monster wished it was fuller.

I knew that 75% of the time this monster handed in her coursework late. 

I knew this monster was still single because she believes in fate. 

I knew this monster was very good at hiding her pain, 

but worst of all, 

worst of all, I knew this monster's name.