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Apr 23
a monster unable to grow anymore
With talons grow out, cut and embedded in its skin
with hair thick and thin
hair of all types put together into one
on this beast.
It prefers to walk in socks
and keeps them on while it sleeps.
its legs are long
Taking up the majority of its body.
constantly going from thin to thick
Its stomach is a pouch
hidden and shown when weak
shoulder broad and unable to be ignored.
sensitive to the noise surrounding it
But will cry, beg, and raise their voice once agitated enough
it stares at its reflection poking and prodding at oneself
So the mother doesn't have to
It yelled and fought with itself
just to figure out what enough is.
Hair covers its body.
top to bottom.
teeth cracked, missing, and disfigured
half its face paralysed
scars covering its entire body
just as much of not more
than the hair it's carved in.
You will not be able to look at this beast
without wincing at its ugliness.
Picture this monster.
This monster is me.
Written by
Franky Case
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