A Real Monster

A child holds a mason jar
with an insectine prisoner
prepared to drop the cotton swab
of nail polish in
but too afraid to open the top.
Fearing the inexplicable worst:
That whatever it is
escapes
regains its full strength
and becomes far more
than ever it had the potential
to become.

A real monster
hell-bent on the sadistic reprisal
the child so vehemently deserves.

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