The Monstrous Cycle

A monster spawned from the necrotic remains of my hopeless heart. He made splinters of my ribs and cobwebs of my flesh. But before he could vanish into the wild lands, the last scraps of me frantically clung to his fur, crawling in on his tongue, past his fangs and nestled within the warmth of his chest, cocooning in wait for a reckoning that may never come.

Β© J.G.

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