When Monsters Dream
Amidst the tall dark trees and green mossy grass, within the fresh smell of a heavily poured rain on mud, and wrapped in the charming sounds of animals. You think it rests. You think it is given birth, and it finds its prey, one after the other. Captivating their souls and taking command of their actions. You think it doesn't let go until it's hurt everyone around them, mentally and physically and emotionally. You think once it's done with that job, it captivates another, and yet another, until there is no good person left. You could not be more wrong. They don't lie within the woods or amidst the smell. They live within you. You bring out the worst in people. You show them their insecurities like they're a joke. You cast them out like the trash. No, you're the trash. You change them as per your needs, like they're a piece of clothing you own. You don't accept them, and you use it like its an excuse to make them "the better version of themselves....