Today, a poem

We are all Monsters of Story.

Some we buy. Some we sell.

Some we even sell to our very own selves.

 

We barter in blood and worry.

Don't ask why. Don't dare tell.

Don't dare even tell me your very own tales.

 

We are all monsters of our stories.

Some are bought. Some are sold.

Some of us have even sold our own damn selves.

~JPOIII

11/6/2014