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I found a blue monster in my wall. He nashed, he snarled, he growled and clawed. I put my ear to the textured paint, listened to every groan, and each complaint. Through the pea size hole I pressed my lips and whispered, “hush now, quiet your hiss! You do not scare me, though you’ve tried your best, with the noise you make in such protest.” Then I tapped my fingers down the hall and said, “I think I will keep you, and name you Paul. Monsters need love too, after all…”


Andi C E Smith