Monster

Did I mean to kill you?
Devour you whole,
Remove your soul.
No. But you drove me
Mad clicking that pen.
Click. Click. Click.
Did I mean to hurt you?
Spit out your teeth,
Your jaw underneath.
Yes. No. What shall
I tell the police? That
Is the diet of an eight foot monster.
The clicking of that pen.
Like the drip of the torturous
Tap on my brain. Click. Drip.
One and the same.