The scary monster isn’t going to come in to my home.
The scary monster is inside if me. It is waiting for the right moment to appear.
It is conniving. It’s eyes sparkle, it’s smile is inviting, it’s body firm and strong.
I hold my breath when I feel it start to seep out. “I am in control,” I say. But there is a giggle echoing in my mind.
Please God, Help me control this thing. Make it stop.
I am thirsty. A shot of holy water. A glass of blessed wine.
Let me breath in the burning sage. Release this thing inside.
Let the music beat- let it engulf my body and release me.