NaPoWriMo 3

becoming a monster
sometimes isn’t a choice that you have.

the mother was mean
and the boy was sold

into a horrible circumstance.
i can’t sow, but if I could

i guess I’d start with the hem
if my mouth shut.

i’m not tryna watch horror movies
and then be alone, oh no

am I mad?
low flying birds mean trouble fam.

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