Monstrosity

An existence recorded in collaboration. A poem by Kerr Martin and Ramona Moth, 1/3/26.

Monstrosity scrapbook collage by Ramona Moth.

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Everything is explainable, my dear. The creak of the door, the footsteps in the hall, the scratching behind the corkboard. It’s the house settling. The wind is blowing hell outside the window. It is perhaps, even, the overactive imagination.

A monster of the mind.
A monster all the same.

Slick and seeping cavern wall
where angels weep and demons crawl.
Sunlight dies upon your face?
Monstrosity lives in this place.
Autumn’s leaves and winter’s bite,
our tendrils stretch and claim the night.
Inside your mind,
throughout your home,
we lay claim to all unknown.

Like a basement,
never dries,
mold sprawls this cave
of doomveined lives.
Left long enough,
pervades the air
absorbed by the orifice
mouthing futile prayers.

A knife, a gun, a choking rope?
Simple tools to end all hope?
The branches snapping underfoot,
Abyssal dreams in absolute.
Suicide, a charmcursed call,
yet we resolve to haunt these halls
to die, to live, to see the end.
Documents inked with blood and pen.

We snuff out any light you knew,
and beat your long-dead horses, too.
Grip rusted shut,
we take our cut,
Monstrosity makes a
puppet
out of
you.

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That, my friends, was Monstrosity. Thank you all for taking the time to read and support Ramona Moth and I through this project. Working with her was one of the easiest things I have ever done. The collaborative projects have always been fun and never felt like pulling teeth but this came together so quickly and felt so right. Just like Ramona’s talent, Monstrosity was undeniable. If this poem goes over well then we’ll definitely work together again. Ah screw it, we likely will anyways, but show us love regardless.

I HOPE IT STINGS

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