monster in the mirror

i don’t look like a monster—i look like a boy
short hair, square face, thick brows, faint moustache
but my eyes drift downward, to the large oversized lumps
hanging from my chest, clinging like parasites
to the emptiness between my legs, a gaping hole
like a wingless butterfly, or a shellless snail
just curvy hips that could birth horrors anew

clothed, i’m identical to the human boys
but i am no human—i am eldritch horror
manmade, yet beyond man’s comprehension
impossible, yet within my own grasp
beautiful, yet horrific to the eyes
so i dress myself, unsure of what people see—
the boy, or the monster beneath?