The Creature In Me
// We are creatures sometimes.
You can hide it, be in touch with it, but don't be it. //
The Creature In Me
by Vincent Lai
lying next to an ill, medieval monitor
overwhelmed;
choking smell of burnt rubbish
fills my poorly ventilated nostrils.
looking at the window
imagining;
some lousy neighbour
an ignorant old man.
topless, tanned body his wife touches no more
greying hair, sagging breasts
protrudding belly with some hair.
in his torn denim pants
standing barefeet on dry earth
his cracked heels exposed to dioxinated matter.
i felt no pity to his state
for a moment i thought i wasn't human
for that split second i wasn't
i wasn't who i portrayed to be
i wasn't that same old me
i was a filthy creature
i was all but me
I was.