Age four, I crept
into my parents’ room,
terrified that a Creature of the Night
would ****** me away—
afterwards, nights of my youth
always spent in want of my mother’s embrace.
But when the dam broke
and the house collapsed
and the center did not hold,
I floundered, fifteen and useless,
and I realized:
humans are monsters, too.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC
Age four, I crept
into my parents’ room,
terrified that a Creature of the Night
would ****** me away—
afterwards, nights of my youth
always spent in want of my mother’s embrace.
But when the dam broke
and the house collapsed
and the center did not hold,
I floundered, fifteen and useless,
and I realized:
humans are monsters, too.
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