deanna buendia

(7/29/98-? / hospital)

The Monster Next Door

There’s a monster next door!

She’s slimy and green and hairy allover!
She’s huge and thorny and loud!
She eats hands and arms and feet, they say.

There’s a monster next door!

She knocked on my door.
She asked for some sugar.
Two of her ten beady eyes looked into mine.
At that moment, I fainted.

There’s a monster next door!

I woke up in a room with… fake webs?
Little toy spiders?
Pumpkin carvings?
I heard the monster chew and chew.
Was she eating? ...wait, they were not real feet or hands or arms!
Oh! I forgot its Halloween! She gave me some candy.
How kind! Wait……
The monster is kind? Ahhhhh!

There’s a kind monster next door!

Submitted: Friday, January 06, 2012

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