The Art Monster

Tonight I'm nocturnal because it's the first time I've been

inspired in ages. I know tomorrow I’ll pay for it in exhaustion,

but my mind is on the go and my heart is on the line. It’s delicate

and brutal to rip the art from my insides. The art chose me

to bring it to life. It seeps through my skin and claws at me like a knife.

If I dare to hush it, the louder it gets. It will scream and explode,

it will tear me to shreds. So I give it passage - I honor it my hands -

for I am just a medium for the art’s greater plans.