Monster 2013

Monster Revised

Writing this has brought back tons of memories of my childhood.  This memory sticks to me like glue.  I've never have written about it before.  This is the revision.

Monster

By Maureen Ucles

April 30, 2013

I couldn't believe

 my eyes really

Shocked and perplexed

Stuck in a whirlwind

lost in time

Thought I was looking through

cloudy, murky lenses 

so convexed

couldn't quite

be real

what I was about 

to witness

Went over to see my friend

Chris

We played with some card games

maybe Shutes and Ladders

Monopoly or Trouble

Don't remember quite well
all I know is that it

could described as hell

what did occur

next

in the living room

Life was normal

a few minutes before

any normal evening

easy going

people watchin'

TV  and kicking back

'round 7pm

All of the sudden
Out of nowhere

emerged

A red-eyed

angry

adult
 malicious

monster

Six feet in height

filled with fury that I’ve never seen
about to explode with pure unrelenting rage

on poor, unsuspecting Chris

Were we too loud?

I didn't think so

No one shushed us

No one said,
"Go in the other room!
Shhhh!

Quiet! Daddy's sleepin'!"

In an instant

out of the corner of my eye
I caught Chris
 flying

without any wings of his own

flying into the wall

head first into the dark, brown, ancient, crumbling paneling

CRASH!

That old monster

picked him up
by the seat of his pants

hurled him through the air

like a shot put or discus
without any care

cross the room

for no reason

no reason

at all

That monster
that

cruel
unforgiving

red- eyed
poor-excuse-for- a-human-being

malicious

monster
literally
threw
Chris
as if he were a toy to be discarded
Chris
little innocent Chris
into a wall

Chris?

He didn't do anything

wrong

nothing

at all

nothing

at all

Why? Why? Why?

That monster made him

Fly, fly fly

and

crash

down, down, down

Poor, poor

poor

 Chris

got up

God bless his little heart

and

wiped the dust from

his  pants

and his long sleeved Minnesota Viking’s jersey

with an uncomfortable

half smile, half scared

look
at
me

so helpless

Didn't know why

couldn''t understand
 trembling

I excused myself

walked

then

ran

out of his house

stunned

stunned

crippled with fear

Why? Why? Why?

Opened my front door

Phew!  “I’m safe!”

Breathed in deeply

Tried to erase

all from my mind 

wiped the frightened crocodile tears

pouring, pouring, pouring

down my eight year-old face

Thinking, thinking, thinking

'bout Chris

inconsolable
I was
kept thinking

Nothing he did

just being a kid

playing, playing, playing
not so loud

really

Why?

Why did this have to occur?

Why? Why? Why?

Please tell me why

didn't someone please

stop that monster?

That

cruel, ugly

red-eyed
disgusting

monster