The beast in my imagination has changed throughout the years.
He has changed his clothes and the way he speaks.
He switched his language and altered his scream to the sound of perfect whispers.
The beast in my imagination has matured; he changed his game
and learned how to disguise his tricks
Some think the beast is worse when he growls or shows his teeth.
But I don’t. I think he is strongest when he smiles
That’s when I know something is in the mail
It means something is on the way.
It means I lost my step, and the beast in my imagination
found a different way to spread his wings.
My beast is like the serpent in The Garden of Eden, always suggesting, and always questioning the truth with doubts and curiosity.
“The fruit from that tree must be really good if it’s forbidden.
You should taste it,” he says.
But I’m not supposed to, I tell him.
“Whose gonna know?” he laughs.
“There’s no one here but you and me…..”
The Written Addiction 