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