The worst kind of monster,
the one with bowed ribs packed with sawdust and ashes,
Is the one that doesn't finish killing you.
Go ahead,
get on your feet.
Gasp some air down your throat
like a metal file.
The worst kind of monster
is the one that--in its sadistic mercy--
doesn't let you die
but doesn't let you live
either.
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for Mommie Dearest on Day 5
Yes, that's definitely the worst kind!
ReplyDeleteI think many of us have faced that monster. This is amazing Shay! You have nailed what many can't even name nor leave.
ReplyDeleteWhip smart as ever. The mother/monsters of the world are the most scary sort of succubus. I really liked the hallowed imagery that evokes a sense of soulless dryness. Well done and viva la!
ReplyDeleteI am glad my mother was never like this, although I have had some bitch bosses in my day.
ReplyDeleteThe kind that doesnt completely kill you, and doesnt let you live. The worst. Why i decided to stay single. You know things and write things like nobody else.
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ReplyDeleteI think that monster's name is Pain. He, it, she...doesn't know the meaning of mercy.
ReplyDeleteThat gasp of breath got to me.. I felt the rasp of metal.
ReplyDeleteSounds like homo sapiens to me.
ReplyDeleteOoh! Quite chilling.
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