Self-Portrait of a Monster

The spider that was chasing you
becomes your father,
berating, while you
cower in a corner. He reaches
for the broom
as your mother screams
and . . .

Now you have 8 legs
instead of 2
and you are stalking
a toddler. He’s sitting
and you shed the 6 legs
you hadn’t known you’d grown.
From the corner
your reflection screams and
you find yourself reaching
for the broom . . .

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