There are monsters in my closet and bees in the walls. I hear them buzzing at night now, along with the crackling and crunching of the winged devils building the incubator for their mistress’ offspring. During the day they whiz and whirr outside the windows and occasionally a stray meets in doom by winding its way into my deadly parlor. Woman against nature or is it nature committing suicide? It’s hard to tell the difference.
As God is my witness this devilish deliverance is all a matter of self-defense.
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