before I
 
 met
 
 the monster.
 
 After,
 
 life
 
 was great.
 
 At
 
 least
 
 for a little while.
 
 Introduction
 
 So you want to know all
 
 about me. Who
 
 I am.
 
 What chance meeting of
 
 brush and canvas painted
 
 the face
 
 you see? What made
 
 me despise the girl
 
 in the mirror
 
 enough to transform her,
 
 turn her into a stranger,
 
 only not.
 
 So you want to hear
 
 the whole story. Why
 
 I swerved
 
 off the high road,
 
 hard left to nowhere,
 
 recklessly
 
 indifferent to those
 
 coughing my dust,