Beast.

Your heart is a landscape

A mist and a moon from a children’s book

that scares you

An environment characterised

by the disturbing absence of everything

Under a heavy coat of silence

the only thing audible are the thumps

of a lone predator

You are almost apologetic

for its desire to flee

You can relate to its solitude

and ever-growing anxiety

You know why the beast is afraid:

If it is the last one left

it must be the most monstrous of them all