monologue.

pitter-patter, rain. mist translucent moisture in the air cleaving

to skin from bed sheets. avoid now avoid everything no more

thoughts about them. sore eyes bereft of sleep sore mind

bereft of peace look upwards nowhere else to look what a

serene picture a ceiling so elementary a blank canvas empty

from complications white but not white stained, oh, like a man

but not a man a beast he who perpetuated no invaded intruded

coaxing and cajoling her INCEST sprang out from hell itself

snatching and grabbing Power…Power not his nor mine oh

father poor father she doesn’t want the beast tis but a moment

of weakness INCEST that is perpetual why why here why me

me avenging the act i am not the keeper nor the grim reaper

plop plop plop plop rain booming down now BANG like a

vengeful god like him fog building accumulating to an opaque

state spirit return drag me from these walls to your domain so

this sore mind will have peace but no she will be devoid

completely now that he stole her senses senseless like a lost

lamb vulnerable like me why me why no thoughts again like a

permeating drop of ink, no, i am not the keeper.