The monster followed
a trail of toes
that led back
to the back
of its cave. It felt
so creepy, so
exposed - these toes
were fresh.
And
there were too many of them.
What hideous creature
made this mess? So tidy,
letting each drop, one
by one,
and toe
by toe? And then, why not
invade my cave? Assuming one has
a bag of toes, why not
trespass
invade
the infamous lair
of the scariest monster
anywhere
all through
the nastiest woods
in town?
Why not come in here,
wreck my day and bring
me down?
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