How You Became a Monster It happened slowly. Anger became a physical ailment, it blistered up in scales. You ran your tongue along your teeth in exasperation. They were sharper than you remembered; you slit your tongue in half with the things you wanted to say but did not. Hypocrisy! Hypocrisy! You hissed and coiled in on yourself. If you can't say something nice. You have a hard look you inherited from your mother. You have a hard mouth from keeping it shut. They say you didn't raise the moon-white child you gave birth to. Your hair tangling up from the strands you lose in clumps as months go past as you fatten the growing demigod. The matts grow teeth. Only one who also has sacrificed the daily exercises of attraction knows exactly how hard to comb your long tresses become. The statues will never know, they were not the kind to love like this. They were the ones whose mouths are open. But silent now, and so less unkind. This is the process wherein vision became fatal. You hav...
Feminism, poetry, poetics.