Requins

Karma

I've stopped checking for monsters under the bed

because I know now that they tend to hide in closets beneath old shirts and in tight corners out of sight,

where they lick  the dried blood from your hidden razor blades.

I also stopped caring whether or not I broke mirrors, strolled past black felines, or stepped on cracks in the sidewalk pavement, because superstition is irrational and we all know karmas a bitch anyway, so why not piss her off?