Bradley Mason Hamlin writes

Brad’s Monster

Do you
believe
in preternatural
possession?

Some
thing
from the outside
that gets
inside

Maybe
or maybe
mostly
humans have
only one foot
out of the cave

The beast
there, waiting
for a trigger
bang

Slowly
you turn your head
‘round

Toward
that sound
those words
a scent
a raised eyebrow

Snap,
the growling
howling
quick to kill
heartbeats

Of the human.