The Creature Inside Me (a poem)

This woman came to haunt my dreams.
She looked sad and tired,
We tried to hug her and show her love
But slowly her features would morph
her face would rot off
her hair would sprout tentacles
her lips would pull back in a snarl
revealing sharp and rotting teeth.
We tried to hug her and show her love
but every time it wasn't enough
and she turned into this monster.
Then we would flee from the room,
close the door and hold it fast against her
as she pounded on it and tried to get out.
We would baracade the door
and flee to a different room
where she would appear, whole
though tired and sad, again
and again we would try to hug her
and show he love so she wouldn't change
and again we failed
and again and again she turned
into that strange, horrific creature.
Every time we would see her cheeks caving
in we would feel sad
we would pity this unfortunate creature
then, fully cold and disfigured,
she would turn her head toward us
and we could feel our souls escaping through our eyes,
locked in her cold dark eyes,
and we would flee
flee or die
to another room,
where she would appear again
whole again
to start all over.
Unloved forever.
Forever trapped forever chasing.
I wish we could fix her
with enough love and kindness,
but I fear her soul is too rotten.
Too rotten to be loved and whole.
The poor creature.
Like Frankenstein's Monster I created her
and now I flee from her.
My ghastly little creation,
the dark wolf I feed.