My Kind of Monster

by Lilith Roman

To the woman currently demolishing the walls built around her sinful soul by a society that deemed her wrong. You were bred from fire… it’s time to let the flames burn.

This situation right here is my own personal dirty heaven. The chase, the vulnerability, the lack of consent. All screaming at me in songs of filth and desire.

Then I see them... in his eyes, his demons calling for mine. My kind of monster.

I can see her demons lurking in the shadows and I know, I don’t know how, but I do, that if she was whole, this woman would be capable of great things. Dark things. Terrible things. But definitely great.

We shared secret stories, stories that broke us and then stitched us back together into the people we are today. Stories that were not meant for anyone’s ears…

“For a man that wants to hurt me, you seem to be saving me quite a lot.”

“For a woman that keeps running from me, you seem to seek me quite a lot.”

“Some monsters are not made, Suki. Some monsters are born.”

“In this world, Suki, we don’t need to justify ourselves. Stop playing by the rules of a world you don’t belong to and let the demons roam free. Let them sate their hunger, let them revel in the blood they crave.”

I feel like I am floating in limbo, trapped between two worlds, each of them pulling me in their direction for totally distinct reasons.

“Monsters do not need to do monstrous things constantly to prove what they are,”