These words are, and forever will be, my legacy.
Hidden under the bed are the monsters who wait for a slip, acting on any temptation, no impulse too small for them. Refuse to give into fear. Creep down to the floor and sneak a sleep with the monsters instead, only to find that the only monster there is you.
Instead of waking up in the usual flamingo pink comforter, I open my eyes to the sight of crabs crawling up my stomach, attempting to find access down my throat. I sit up to stare at the baby crabs trying to penetrate my mouth and smack them off before they get the chance. All but... Continue Reading →
Angels Write Too 