I think that when the monsters come
for me
with their jaws wide opened
I think that I will see
their teeth
are broken, jagged shards of mirrors.
I think that when the monsters come for me
I have considered upon reflection
that
I will dare them
to
bite
me.
Part 7
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So obviously, whatever was keeping the lonely cat fat wasn’t the Writer’s corpse, right?