A monster
Wandering in the snow.
Freezing in the cold.
Hair blowing.
Can’t stay afloat.

Sinking,
Drowning,
The horns are crowning –
The top of her head.
Pushing out,
Breaking through her skull.

Just like the doubt.
The monster trips,
But will it fall?
Is anyone there to catch the one who walks alone?

Who can see what is underneath
the rough skin and coarse fur?
Concealed and unrevealed.
Clenched jaw and grinding teeth.
Please don’t,
Force her.

All she needed was warmth.
Retreated to an open space,
Deficient of a hearth.
With no pressure.
No eye could see the monster’s face.
Invisible beast,
No one can tamper with.

The flowers spring out,
Like the horns;
From the dirt in the ground,
Now she is a myth.

Words by: @kimberlyanneinc
Art by: Inna Vjuzhanina