By Kathleen Locklear

Someone once asked her if she believed in monsters

She smiled grimly and had to reply, “What kind?”

“Are you referring to the monsters under the bed that haunt the dreams of children?”

“Or perhaps the monsters of myth and mythology, defeated or defeating the hero”

“Maybe an animal, with the hunger and bloodlust of a monster”

“Or maybe,”

“Just maybe,”

“You are referring to the monster known as humanity. The monster who prowls the streets at night, who mothers and fathers teach their children to avoid. The monsters who don’t feel remorse, who are killed or locked away in prisons.”

“But most of all, the monsters who will never be caught…”

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