When I was a little boy I was scared of the back room at my grandmothers house. It was dark,cold, and filled with monsters. One day she made me a head to toe Frankenstein costume out of recycled paper bags. Suddenly I was not scared to be in the back room. I learned that the world is a scary place filled with monsters. Sometimes the only way to make it, is to be a monster yourself......I miss you nan. 1932-2015.
ramble123 ramble123
31-35, M
1 Response May 7, 2015

So are you a monster?

Sometimes for some things. In a metaphoric sense.

I was one, and I've lived around some. It wasn't much fun.

It never is.