Boy Bait

It could've been worse.

I could've been lured in

by a different type of monster.

The kind that carries

a razorblade reputation-

dissecting

scrotums

for the fun of it.

Boys who bleed, fill a need

beyond sexual desire.

Monsters of many shapes,

they lurk.

They eat at Chipotle,

scanning the room

for food not found on the menu.

A frozen penis

behind a bag of freezer peas.

A frosty heart

that will never start.

Perverted pain,

a romantic type of torture.

It could've been worse.

Thank my stars and scars

I survived

to write poems about it.