monsters.
we're surrounded by them.
they don't shift into wolves when the moon becomes full.
they sit beside us on the bus.
they don't drain the blood from porcelain skin.
they pretend they love you when they don't.
monsters.
they're everywhere.
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drabbles
Poetry" stories to hopefully make you feel some way with no backstory and no one with a name " " marked with ° if they are personal " ; lowercase intended 开始!
