Monsters
Don’t Exist
By
Pamela K.
Kinney
Mother
said that monsters didn’t exist
That they
came from fast food or scary movies.
She lied!
And kept
lying when the monster came that night
He
instructed Daddy to change and attack,
To rip
her throat out and tear out her heart.
Her eyes
pleading as she screamed,
“Run!
Don’t let the monsters catch you!”
But I
didn’t run,
Why would
I?
Then the
monster held out its clawed paw to me,
And I
took it, asking, “Can we play?”
He called
me his dear child, the promised one,
“I’ll
teach you all I know, how to do what I do,”
He said,
“Just as the one before me taught me.”
And so
among the fires and slaughter we went,
I skipped
beside him, only stopping
To play
catch with bodiless heads.
When we
left that place near to morning
What
remained of the township right behind us
Inhuman
sheep leaving for desolate pastures.
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