Monsters
A Love Poem

I walk through my dreams like a warrior on the battlefield, slitting the throat of this monster, slicing off the arm of that monster, piercing their armor with my magical sword, letting the air out of their paper- thin bodies, and saving my soul from the wrath of God. The horrors that I’ve seen can not compare to the pain I felt when I woke that morning and you were gone. No note. No goodbye. Only a few clothes hangers and a worn-out toothbrush.
Copyright © 2020 by Harley King
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