Our Eldritch Friend
There’s a monster in the phonebook and everyone knows it’s there;
crouching in silence
in quiet
in unwashed clothes that they’ve all seen before whether they like it or NOT
Not that they would say anything about it
ever mention it
find the right words to communicate how they feel about IT
Not they - IT
‘It’ as in not an object but rather an un-describable
an undesirable un-describable
- that which is not desired on account of its inconvenience when trying to be placed into a box
(for safety purposes, you UNDERSTAND)
Though despite this, they see it as mostly harmless
as most things are mostly harmless;
the difference being that it has the fact stamped on its wrist
so that it might return to things it had once left,
due to disinterest or anxiety or phone calls or bladder trouble or anxiety
or any of all manner of excuses made to escape the volume of the world;
that specific volume of that specific part of the world
from loud LOUD to slightly less loud LOUD
lacking crowds of flesh and being stuck with crowds of THOUGHT
This is why it isn’t invited to things -
to soirees
to orgies
to nights rather than days
to tenements of haze and noise that all other life on earth seems to ENJOY
They feel that this is for its own good:
we must protect the un-describable
the undesirable un-describable
for it will only wish to leave
in the end
happiness makes it SICK
It is mostly harmless
but we’re wary of it, all the same
we’re wary that it’s allergic to fun
that it doesn’t wish to enjoy itself
- it doesn’t know how, it seems
“it won’t emote for me”, rather it points out the words that I said
- which order and what spelling
as if what we say to each other is important
instead of emitting foggy clouds of sound and sweat
and laughing smiling spiritual energy
and unexplainable bonds of SAMENESS
It is repelled by these things, our eldritch friend IS
These things that make the world grow round
these things for grown-ups to know that they’ve grown UP
You know it might be less of an it, if it tried
if it stop complaining about things just because they cause it pain
cause it agony
cause it to smash its head against the mirror in the hopes one or the other will eventually break
or rather stop
stop talking
stop making sound with its very loud and incessant EXISTENCE
If it tried a little, perhaps it would be less IT
But we’re not sure how it can try when we don’t invite it to THINGS
