Monsters

A Love Poem

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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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