sheltered monsters.

the monsters are not
hiding in my walls
clawing at the brick
quick, slick
making you uneasy, sick
they are not crouching, hidden
unwanted, forbidden
sometimes, i think
you almost want to shake their claws
almost want to 
smile with sadistic jaws

and i am young
but decaying
fraying
contemplating why 
i have been subjected
to a life
in which i must shelter 
so much screaming
so many obsessive feelings
my floors have held you up
and you drag your feet 
unrepentant in your defeat
you open my windows
and do not mind 
when the rain stains the insides

the monsters are not hiding
they are in plain sight
spitting at each other with 
undeserving spite
picking battles they don't 
have reason to fight
turning off my lights
just to amplify their own
sense of bright

and i am a home
crumbling, yes
in distress
as i watch, because
i have also seen
unfathomable love
my rooms have been
the birthplace of
so much creation
i see you hold your pen
in hesitation
wondering if the things in your head
would be accepted, if said
or if they are perhaps better
bound and gagged

you are not
only a monster
a blur of fur
racing, pacing
trying to find a place in
this unforgiving world
i see it all unfurl
the hatred and the love

my love, i will house you
douse you in my 
empathetic gaze

maybe someday, you will change
and life won't be
such a strain

until then, i will wait
with cracks in my frame
weeds in your brain
in the insanity's reign
we have everything to gain.

23:07pm - 25/01/26