I am the mumbling in your ears when you sleep
   the boogeyman in your closet
   your childhood teddy bear; stuffing ripped out, eye needing stitches stat.

I am the lust you drive for
   the fashionista you wish would rub off on you.

I am the plague that killed your ancestors
   the buzz of a Monday morning alarm
   that can you crushed after consuming all its calories.

I am the tingle from a dam in your blood flow
   your cells that won't stop dividing
   the blood in your veins that just won't clot.

I am your vivid acid trip
   the dye in your t-shirt
   the dome of blinding light hiding behind black glass; the entryway to heaven.

I am the tar leeching on your lungs.
I am the stain on your Sunday's best.
I am everything bad that consumes your life.

But.
I am your realization of the existence of happiness.

I can be the coal in your stocking
   or the diamond on your banded digit.
I can be the pillow that absorbs your abuse
   or your favorite place to dream.
I can be the foreign chemicals you take into your torso
   or the addiction that you love.
I can be the lump on your tongue
   or your life obstacle to overcome.
I can be a vampire on your neck
   or the love of your life.

I was created to destroy you
but I ended up in love.
I can be whatever you want.

Angie Flagler