The other kids cried and bawled at the slush mass
To the Swamp Monster at the End of My Creek

LITERARY MAGAZINE
The other kids cried and bawled at the slush mass
I’ve always struggled with biting my nails, so I sought out
Go stargazing every night
Before she goes back to sleep, she asks
Pointed horns and offset jaw
Sometimes, when I’m ignoring him, my cat brings me