To Make Monsters Out of Girls

by Amanda Lovelace

this is the choking choir.

this is your unmarked grave.

you had years on me & i wanted to drag my teeth across the surface of every one of them.

i would say you are the bruises & teeth marks i find all over my body without remembering how they got there in the first place. - this isn’t a haunting; it’s a hunting.

the monster made himself another monster because he couldn’t stand being a monster all by himself.

have to reach through the dark to keep making sure the other side of the sheet isn’t turning cold? - trust issues.

don’t trust anyone with a cross hanging from their neck & hate buried inside their chest.