The Black Monster

I inhale the black monster
As it passes through my throat
and exhales out my nose.
My hair whipping in the wind,
The monster blowing in my face.

I ponder why I'm doing this to myself
and find several explainable reasons why.
I realize a tear fall amidst my face,
I wipe it away.

I take a long breathe in and this begins to turn back at me.

I start to cough wildy and uncontrollably.
I throw the monster on the ground,
and stamp it till it's nothing.

You don't own me anymore, black monster.
I have control.