I like your poem. A lot. It's head-spinning with all its loops and puns and doubling back on itself. It took me several reads to figure it out. Monsters and victims: Spike draws a picture of the victim, and Dana draws a picture of the monster, but he is she and she is he. No matter who touches them and how, it all comes down to that one defining encounter, inescapable, that hooks itself into every experience thereafter. Feeling grim, much? Oh, Spike.