Monster

There’s a monster in the house.
Climbing up your conscience, step by step
Determined to call your callous camaraderie
A butted joke of mutiny and theft.

There’s a monster in the house,
If you don’t watch your back, she’ll catch up
Holes and patch wound cylinders,
Compassionless switches rotted with neglect.

There’s a monster in the house.
Smoke rising up flared banisters.
Copy cut and branded, washing sin
In the damning summer sun for your innocence.

There’s a monster in the house,
Trapped and weighted by all temptation;
A rabble of years immaculate in shook hands.
So in need of comfort that you scorn, to tease her.

There’s a monster in the house.
While all you flee from palace rage
She scribbles obscenities in soapy dust and ashes
Triumph alone. I bet she’s learnt her lesson now.