Love all Monsters
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder!
As I stand on my porch and gaze into the darkness of the swamp, it's as if I'm in a trance like state. The sounds that echo throughout the swamp are almost calling out to me.
But I know hidden in the darkness he waits for me. For I wish he didn't have to hide. For how much I wish the world could see he is more human compared to the real monsters that want to hurt him.
If only people could see that sometimes the man of your dreams is a monster, and that's the beauty of it!
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Joanna Blaze
I love writing just about everything but some of my personal favorites are romance, criminal, horror, and fantasy. I'm also an avid traveler I love traveling solo because I have a lot more fun adventures and the experience is more exciting.
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