My Monster
The night was suspended by fire.
The sounds of Chaos were drowned
By crackling, towering flames.
But it wasn’t the smoke that took away
My breath. It was the sight of Godzilla
Stepping on the house at the end of
My street.
Daddy packed the camouflaged truck
With camping gear and screamed,
“Let’s head for the hills!”
But mom was in the house,
Watching TV and refused to move.
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