He looked me in the eye,
Asked me not to run.
He smelled of cheese fondue.
I screamed
"Fuck you"
And ran anyway.
I tripped
On a rock,
Like they do in the movies,
And he caught up to me,
Asked me why I ran.
He had two horns
On the top of his head.
He scooped me up
In hands the size of mountains,
With claws and scabs
And unidentifiable fingers.
He held me close to his chest
And I could hear his breathing.
I didn't know it,
But monsters breathe air too.
As we walked
He explained things to me
And told me
The sole purpose for going insane.
His skin felt like plaster
And looked like a marshmallow
Once it's caught on fire
And then blown out.
He carried me into the woods,
Into the dark and the silence.
I was afraid.
I didn't struggle.
He had eyes the size of cabbages
That wouldn't sit still,
Like he was always looking
For something.
We ended in a clearing
Deep in the woods.
He set me down on leaves
And twigs and sticks and things.
He asked me not to run,
So I didn't.
I listened and I obeyed
A monster.
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