Ingratiating

The monster and the myth
Sidling and sliding,
partly crude, partly concealing
slipping by sideways
with the ordinary face
flashes of subnormal
subconscious in passing
the sickness in the stomach
involuntary, revealing
the morbid revulsion
ingratiating in feeling
sickly sweet the mask
a bad taste, a creeping
the cruelty opaque
the kindness so fake
the innocent are waiting
at the brink of outbreak
where lies the rising stake
or maybe when?