Monsters are never self made, they are first dreamed-up, felt through intense feelings, then constructed through imagined projections. Made real to service the identity of its originators. The monster is no more than a tool to legitimize/justify the existence of those deemed human, thus giving meaning and reason to those whom imagined them into being. But what if the silent monster is no longer silent? What would they say? If monsters dream, do the fairytales they imagine have a different ending? Would they wish to no longer be monsters and become human? Or would they desire neither? Due to the fact both categories was imagined into being and made true through violence. If the monsters we imagined become poets, would there poetry transform how we understand ourselves? Shit I don’t know‼️ just join the dam house and find out 😂😂😂