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Seemingly small

Nothing but a little thing on my shoulder

Feed me, it calls

As the wind grows colder


At first I continue traveling

But the calls transform to screams

And my mind begins unraveling

Bursting at the seams


Begging turns to desperation

That little thing is now a creature

Of my design, my creation.

A grotesque form of which I am the keeper.


And then, there’s a loud roar,

Followed by an absence of sound.

The creature is no more.

With relief, I peeked around


But then came another,

And it devoured the first.

The creature had become a monster,

And for my blood, it did thirst.


I run, I hide, and dive for cover,

With no exit I can see.

Because how can you escape a monster?

When the monster is thee.

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Traegan Soto, Writer
Traegan Soto is a sophomore at Monroe-Woodbury High School, and this is his second year writing for the wire news. Traegan originally joined The Wire just to be a part of a club, but over the course of his first year developed a love for writing. Traegan has three other siblings who all also attended Monroe-Woodbury High School (Who he gets along with on occasion).