Monster

by JunoMagic
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Monster

‘Rose, you are sick.’

‘Rosie? Do you hear me? You need to take your medicine.’

Yes, do you hear me, Rosie? I am here, my dear. Dear little Rosie. What’s that now, dear? You shake, tremble, cringe at my touch? You scream and you cry?

Tsk, tsk, little Rosie. That won’t do at all.

‘Hush now, Rosie. There is no monster under the bed. You’re sick, that’s all.’

Yes, hush now, Rosie. I am here, my dear. Dear little Rosie. I’ve always been here.

Biding my time.
Waiting for you.

Oh yes, my sweet Rose, one day you’ll be mine.

Song of the day:

Link(s) of the day:

The Monster List of Monsters| The Flying Spaghetti Monster| Monsters and Philosophy

…and my wish for you today is:

May you never encounter monsters besides the cookie variety in your life.

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