"We're monsters!"
The little girl squeals
Gleefully
As she and her sister
Chase her brother around
Twelve years later
She whispers to her friend
"We're monsters"
After they ran over
A baby squirrel.
Fourteen months later
She's sitting on a couch crying
Explaining how she's come to recognize humanity
"Don't you see?
We're monsters."
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Morbid Poetry
ПоэзияSlightly less morbid but I still feel like it fits in this collection
