The piece is a dramatized poetic dialogue between Speaker A and Speaker B that interrogates the concept of "monsters" beyond the traditional horror trope. It begins by likening the creation of monsters to Frankenstein’s experiment and to the mental constructions we build daily. The speakers question whether monsters exist only in fiction or also in reality, probing whether they are created by nature or by human society. They explore how monsters can be hidden behind attractive appearances, cosmetics, or medication, suggesting that outward beauty can mask inner terror. The dialogue then paints vivid images of modern monsters: individuals who wear everyday clothing, carry religious texts, and claim moral authority while secretly perpetuating cruelty, self‑preservation, and manipulation. These monsters hide behind ambiguity, politics, religion, and social institutions, maintaining the status quo and exploiting the vulnerable. The speakers lament the suffering of innocent “lambs” and invoke the longing for a savior or redeeming love, questioning whether such love can truly defeat internal dangers. The piece ends with Speaker A expressing personal fear of monsters, underscoring the emotional weight of the metaphor.
Chapters
Monsters. Frankenstein once created a monster. Each day we construct creations within the laboratories of our mind with expectations.
It's a grotesque reality when they are not brought to life. Beauty had her beast, but are monsters merely characters made up for books, horror films, and Halloween costumes? Do they exist in actual reality or conceptualized fantasy? If so, are they sworn to a monster's fraternity? Is their devotion to an alliance that horrifies members of a community with their cruelty? Do they misunderstand the way things should be within society, or are they simply misunderstood? Are they monsters because they were created as such by nature, or do we create the monstrosity of their nature?
Could you spot a monster in a room? A monster is considered extremely ugly and frightening.
So, couldn't a monster with any number of high-quality cosmetics and dose of calming injectable antipsychotic then be able to display a less scary behavior and appear more attractive?
Monsters?
They are as real as tumors.
I see those hideous malignants spirits every day. These creatures aren't the playground bullies that used to knock my imaginary friends from off the seesaws and merry-go-round. They wear fedoras and baseball caps. They wear stockings and nibble on generic brand ginger snaps.
They keep a Bible on the coffee table. And keep a book of Psalms and prayers by the bed. They know the scriptures as if the Word of God was the alphabet and apply holy oil on the sick's head. They are resourcefully able to feed a hungry child with no fear of personal loss or inconvenience, yet they'd rather see an orphan go to bed hungry because to them, having humanity is Tricky innocence. There's a monster under the bed that awaits to show up after a goodnight kiss. The lights go out when lies kept the innocent ignorant and tucked in darkness. There are monsters in the closet, but they are hidden underneath and behind facade and appearances. Optics and optical illusions cloaked in casual clothing, promiscuity with promises and politics, routine and religion, tax credits and children, arbitration and assets. It's called self-preservation for them so that in society they do not appear as a threat. Some monsters are just as cunning as they are vile and manipulative. They hide behind ambiguity, maintain the status quo, and corrupt what good others can give, delving deeply into the very darkness that they dispense, daring to defy a doomed destiny they demean and depreciate, leaving enough life and residue of love within the victim to avoid any criminal charges of hate. They wear colorful masks, an opaque veils as they toggle day to day between masquerades and wakes. Hopelessness cannot be the only disposition available for those naive and unsure of what's at stake. Beyond a reasonable doubt, no good can come from these monsters' daily reign of terror. It must end. But who will rescue the little defenseless lambs which have not one friend, Fables, fairy tales, pop songs, and hymns all tell of a savior, a saving grace. This redeeming love is so highly praised and priceless, yet it is bootlegged, given as funk, and a pantheon can have no genuine base. Can it really destroy internal dangers and take the most torn-down of souls to an elevated place? Do you believe in monsters? I do, but they don't believe in me. If they don't believe in me, then they don't know how they are hurting me.
I'm afraid of monsters.
Who wouldn't be if no one else believes in them either?
