From another angle

I might not have been a monster

Foaming tides speak candidly

That I ebb and flow just beneath sanity

A tab of salt on a parched tongue

Pull my insides up and out

I don’t belong here

Beyond the veil of melancholy

I should have asked for help

Retching on the hands of demons crawling their way out

My tongue is eaten away as I try to scream

Hopefully the nausea passes

And the tears dry soon

So I might look again with renewed clarity

Maybe this time I won’t see a monster