My Own Monster
I feel it.
Stirring again with a vengeance.
Waiting to pounce.
Waiting to spread.
Like venom, slowly killing me from the inside out.
And like a child who knows monsters are not,
I still cower under the sheets when I hear it growl.
It's hungry for me.
I glance in the mirror with a final hope of despair.
The monster is me.
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