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monsters [poem]

there are monsters in the dark but
they are familiar faces
foaming at the mouth and hungry
I know what they are in their
blatant ferocity
fur and fangs and blood and bones
monsters
are honest at night
it’s the ones who walk under the sun
that scare me
the monsters with kind eyes
and gentle hands
they make you meet in broad daylight
spin lies between pearly white teeth and
feed you to yourself
until there’s nothing left

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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