Red Monster

The monster.

It always came back to me, haunting me.

My own mother cruel as she has always been

Pushed me closer to the monster.

Its million yellow eyes staring at me

Its blood, red with flesh to match

The monster touched my touch and I would flinch

Trying to remove any taste of it in my mouth.

It’s putrid, disgusting taste

One day

The monster tasted sweet.
The monster was kind.

That was when I realized that

I like tomatoes.

 

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