Monsters
I make monsters
out of molehills
while I toss my hair
and try to skip
over and
around them
or I blithely think
to kick them down
but by then
they have already grabbed
my ankles
yanking hard
causing me to sink
and who can skip
or kick
or blithely do anything
while you’re up to your knees
in monster’s muck and lair
not me, apparently
so today
I simply
look down and lock eyes
monster a monster
and wonder if they know
just who
they have in tow
-a.r.
Painting: A Girl and her Demon Pet, by Omar Rayyan
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