The Mind Creative March 2014
curves vanished. The voices silenced. Only the shiny remained; alone
and unwanted.
Confused tears bled down dimpled cheeks.
"Ladies and gentleman," a lone voice called out. "Gaze upon the
monster market. Burn your eyes upon the vile deformity, the
wretched wrongness, and fearsome forms."
Shadows blocked out light as people moved closer. Women
whispered. Men leered and blew smoke. But a brave pair of children
stumbled upon a cage; the last cage.
Confused eyes watched. Round fingers gripped the bars; silver rings
on each hand. A smile creased a portly face. Lips smacked in
anticipation. Animal shrieks erupted from an excited throat.
"What is it?" One asked.
"Monster. Look at it. It's so ugly. Bet even rats won't nibble it." The
other said.
"I don't know. There's something about it...something familiar."
The child stepped closer.
"What are you?" The child said.
Confusion slipped away, replaced by
serene empathy. A growl croaked deep
within the throat as an unused voice
spoke: "Child, I am you and you are me.
Look upon the torment and know; I bleed,
as you. I need and feed, as you. I live, I
die...as you. And in this heart pumps
love...as you."
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