Little Monster

I’m burning up,

temperature rising.

Stomach cramps,

savage, aching pain.

Who will save me?

The hell inside me burns,

unchanging, unchangeable,

little monster.

Soon to be born

and soon to set

the world

ablaze.

2 thoughts on “Little Monster

  1. Hmmm. The foreshadowing of a great evil? Or a description of typical labor pangs? Fun to read, fun to guess.

    Great to have you back in the land of the living. Hopefully for awhile?

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