The Green Monster

A tiny tentacle creeped out
From behind.
And grabbed on, held on,
No slight.
"Harmless", they thought.
The monster smiled.
And readied itself,
For another strike.

They floated ahead,
The tentacle forgotten.
Repressed, Restrained,
Uselessly begotten.
In a world golden,
Red and untroubled.
A sudden flash of green
Unknown, on the surface bubbled.

Desire, want, unprecedented.
Ill, sick, unholy.
Gushing through every vein
Tentacles tightening, unduly.
Securing its grip,
Digging deep.
Right till the soul
The green essence seeps.

Suffocating, smothering
The tendrils, the fumes unbidden.
Feeding on their own fears
Both unknown, and those hidden.
Slowly, engulfing their whole,
No means of escape, no rationale.
The green monster emerges,
And all else fails.