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1
Once I was the little boy
lunging to hug my father
as he growled and contorted
low in a demonic pose.
Now I wait around the corner
for my son, squatting hunched
with claws up, baring teeth
in my monster breathing.
2
The lunging hug and pouting
are meant to knock the father
from whatever force appears
to have overtaken him.
Mixed in there as well is hope
to avoid prolonging the terror
in some vain chase if, indeed,
the father has been taken over.
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Forms Repeating
1
Once I was the little boy
lunging to hug my father
as he growled and contorted
low in a demonic pose.
Now I wait around the corner
for my son, squatting hunched
with claws up, baring teeth
in my monster breathing.
2
The lunging hug and pouting
are meant to knock the father
from whatever force appears
to have overtaken him.
Mixed in there as well is hope
to avoid prolonging the terror
in some vain chase if, indeed,
the father has been taken over.