They do not weep at horror

We do not weep at horror movies, we are shocked. Should others somehow understand Central Pain’s reality, usually only through scientific knowledge, it is too much to react to in a normal fashion. Ordinary pain is bad enough. John Locke said that even revelation cannot speak to man except in bits and pieces of information he already possesses. A normal person does not possess the bits and pieces necessary to apprehend severe central pain. They are unconcerned about the monster, neither in others nor potentially in themselves. Should they suddenly become aware of its bizarre magnitude, it will cause horror and withdrawal, not tears.

They do not weep at horror

by Elizabeth Mitchell

Evil often has a cover
The slasher looks an ordinary man
until that unexpected glimmer
of the knife reveals the demon

The unspeakable alien
cruel, misshapen monster
A darkened cave, but she walks in
We cannot warn nor help her

Clues are hidden yet still there
the victim oh so curious
with red lips and flowing hair
Alas, she is oblivious

Then that fatal moment
when the terrible is real
She thought safe meant silent
but now a futile squeal

My central pain rings false
its scope is too extreme
Their pain is so familiar
with tears that can be seen

The doubted burning drenches me
words cannot make it plain
outside what we call sensory
beyond what goes for pain

The beast lays hidden in the deep
inside quite stealthily
invisible in stalk or sleep
sick spawn of injury

It is a patient monster
which preys upon its victim
careful not to show itself
consuming men and women

A lonely Stepford wife of pain
I am no longer human
You look so very good
they say, to empty vermin

I am myself a monster now
but I must keep it hidden
They would take their love away
I must be a woman.

Should they pass the barrier
stunned doubters may believe
but will not weep at horror
They just leave.