Monsters by DorotheaLasky

This is a world where there are monsters
There are monsters everywhere, racoons and skunks
There are possums outside, there are monsters in my bed
There is one monster. He is my little one
I talk to my little monster
I give my little monster some bacon but that does not satisfy him
I tell him, ssh ssh, don’t growl little monster
And he growls, oh boy does he growl
And he wants something from me
He wants my soul
And finally giving in, I give him my gleaming soul
And as he eats my gleaming soul, I am one with him
And stare out his eyepits and I see nothing but white
And then I see nothing but fog and the white I had seen before was nothing but fog
And there is nothing but fog out the eyes of monsters

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