I take out my monster and it bites at my wrist.
Crimson poison exudes down my palm.
Fingertips.
It bites again.
Longer.
Harder.
It releases its grip but still wants more.
Imploring for another bite.
Yells from the house frighten it but it blindly pierces my skin once more.
I lock my monster away.
Temporarily silencing its pleas.
We all have monsters.
What's yours?
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