Monster’s Shadow

I don’t always know why I walk in the monster’s shadow. Just that it seems like a good refuse from a blinding sun, a place to cool off after running for so long. I don’t know why I walk in the monster’s shadow, but it draws me in like a magnet, then holds me in the dark just long enough that I don’t think I’ll ever see light again.


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Pillow Kingdoms and Make-Believe Monsters

When I was little, I loved to build
myself pillow kingdoms. I loved
the security the polyester stuffing
could promise me, secluding me
from make-believe monsters that
wanted me vulnerable. Then, I
got older and hiding behind
threaded walls from make-believe
monsters with words on their
fangs and my blood on their
clothes was no longer considered