I can't protect him anymore.

May 8, 2012
By Anonymous

Be afraid, my child. Check around every corner. Lock your doors.
Hovering somewhere in the airspace of your psyche,
Corrupted sphynx, face that was once human.
Bloodthirsty predator, still wears his last victim's stain.
Predator. Demonic monster. Abomination to man.
This is the stuff from which nightmares are fashioned.


The author's comments:
This is about my brother. His father, who was once my stepfather, is the monster. You can figure the rest out.

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