Monster in Paris

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 22, 2017

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Submitted: August 22, 2017



A monster in Paris singing a song, away from all of you. Valnerable to the shape i took and advantages given to you. Desperate measures to talk to you. Fly fruit past my aching body and kicks to my sides seeping green goo. Six legs to walk alone, eyes for black and white and a small dirty room for basic needs. Pictures of fine art in my head and the soft sound of music through my ears. She only comes every now and then to give me food as quickly as she can. A metamorphosis cracked the miror and spread hate throughout here. I walk around this dark room and i feel the grime she left over the floor. Fecies and piss between my toes and rotten garbage to feed my bones. The beautiful music in me is fine as music could be. A beautiful song id wish you would hear. When i talk you seem to hear a screetch. Spirit bears witness to the beauty behind my dirty black limbs. A talent awaits us and wants you to hear. A song about a monster in Paris. Through the dark room no one will hear a story about a monster in paris. My head will rest where it lay on the last day she came. I did have a name, but we know what it made. A monster in paris.

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