148/365: Hopeful Monster

I want to be the gut-punch,
the pulled tooth's dry socket,
the bone's ache thirty years after the break,
the glass shard burrowed in a heel,
the bloody insistence of the cheek once bit,
the inky memory's confirmation
just when you've nearly forgotten,
the creature who watches from the dark,
the one who's been watching from the dark
since you were only very small,
breathing shallow just out of sight
so you can never believe
you're alone.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.