Conquer the monster (revised accordingly)

Feet barely stretching toward the three golden toes.

Tears dying to plunge to the claws below.

A stinging bite.

Another.

Another.

The melody is being eaten away as the

clouded blue eyes beg for a breath.

Goosebumps.

The black and white teeth cackle.

The dark body towers over, shiny with sweat.

A dedicated soul approaches the creature.

Rachmaninoff's devils’ confident in their conniving schemes.

Abominable mutations black in color.

A fierce unsettling encounter entails.

88 teeth.

A set of paws, one on either side.

One damp lace shirt.

A lingering scent of deodorant.

Clear blue eyes size up the behemoth.

Striking chords.

A Yell.

Another.

Another.

A final stab.

The monster has been slayed.

Feet barely stretching toward the three perfectly aligned golden pedals.

Tears dying to plunge to their demise

A dissonant note.

another.

another.

The melody is lost,

clouded blue eyes begging for a break

“We’ll be here till you get this line”

Her skin has seen many years.

The black and white stripes laugh.

A dedicated soldier approaches her opponent.

Rachmaninoff's creatures’ confident in their strengths.

Intricate passages blacken the page.

A fierce unsettling encounter entails.

88 keys.

A set of weapons, one on either side.

One damp lace shirt.

A lingering scent of deodorant.

Clear blue eyes scan the battlefield.

Striking chords.

A final stab.

The monster has been slayed.

The solider saunters off. 

The Return (updated)

A regular sweltering day in my urban Texas

home.
The distant reverberation of the

garage door opening. 
The unmade bed

is back, even if for a fleeting moment.

I sit alone in my room and leaf through my books restlessly,
I hear my mother on the phone, "happy you landed"
Pondering if time will pass, it seems to lapse endlessly,
Patience expires like the words on my pages, I can't stand it.

I have been meticulously counting down these days

since the last visit. Craving that tangent smell

and contagious smile.

She gracefully walks through the door.

I prance towards her,

jumping into her arms. I no longer aimlessly

leaf through the book alone.

A regular sweltering day in my urban Texas

home.
The distant sound of the

garage door opening. 
The unmade bed

is back, even if only for a fleeting moment.

The Return

A regular sweltering day in my urban Texas

home.The distant sound of the

garage door opening. The unmade bed

is back, even if for a fleeting moment.

I sit in my room and leaf restlessly

through a book. I endlessly ponder

if the time will pass. I hear my mother 

on the phone- “happy you landed!”

I grow increasingly impatient. I have been

meticulously counting down these days

since the last visit. craving that familiar smell

and contagious smile.

She gracefully walks through the door.

I prance towards her,

jumping into her arms. I no longer aimlessly

leaf through the book alone.

A regular sweltering day in my urban Texas

home.The distant sound of the

garage door opening. The unmade bed

is back, even if only for a fleeting moment.