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storm siren
Poems
Apr 2018
"We sawed off your horns, cut off your tail. You still aren't normal."
I touch my temples
Where they always mentioned
My red horns used to grow.
I think about what they did to me,
And wonder why
I
am the monster.
I feel the beast within my soul
Lurking,
Prowling,
Waiting for his chance
To pounce.
I reach for it.
I make contact
With blood red horns.
A leathery tail lashes behind me.
Maybe I am the monster
They always said I was.
But then again, monsters are made.
I am their child, after all.
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storm siren
26/Neither/Hell or High Water
(26/Neither/Hell or High Water)
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