never grow up.I have a monster living underneath my bed.never grow up.
He’s made up of burnt frog skin, white-red cobweb veined eyes and a collection of missing pebble teeth. Sometimes we play scrabble.
(The first time he was just a mechanical hum beneath the bowing wooden planks, he was just a faint smell of green and he was just a hot cloud of fog around my lips. It’s the wind, it’s the wind, I breathed. Then he breathed back, heavy and loud and monster-like; AM NOT.)
He always spoke in capitals; MONSTERS ARE MUCH TOO SCARY FOR LOWER-CASED LETTERS, he informed me one night under pink covers. I shined the flashlight
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"Class dismissed. Homework for this evening is experiment the bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products, a golden star for the ones sent to the ER."
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"Class dismissed. Homework for this evening is experiment the bodies intake of poisonous cleansing products, a golden star for the ones sent to the ER."
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