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Things I Learned When I Was 5
The real monsters aren't in your closet or under your bed.
They're holding your hand at church and teaching you how to roller skate
And once you've been groomed and they're completely in your head
Real monsters are the ones leading you to bed and ending your uncertain wait.
Skin on skin, hands suddenly like an octopus, you not comprehending what's real
The weight you feel as you're trapped under the monster's body
With pushing and probing and the use of sharp things,
Committing acts never to be talked about
The real monster roars and wins every time you fight
Don't cry. It's too late.

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