A Monster's Odium

Oh, my darling Anghara,
Your teeth are like warts,
Your eye shines like slime shines,
You’re pretty as claws.
You smell sweet as meat rotting,
Your skin's smoother than thorns.
Oh, my darling Anghara,
Oh, why were you born?

Oh, my darling Anghara,
Your grin’s like a punch.
Your hair’s furry like mould fur,
And soft as a crunch.
Your song rasps like traps snapping,
Like skulls drummed-on by spines.
Oh, my darling Anghara,
Oh, say you’ll be mine!