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Literature

Monster

She walks the world without fear, feeling their despair, their love, their hope, their misery. It’s a taste in the back of her throat, a tingle on her skin. A smell she can’t quite identify. She was born to heal hurts and soothe cries, but that aspect is only a vestige of the creature she has become. Still, she wears its remnants like a shield against her own sins. The night is her time, when all good souls are safe in their beds and the streets belong to the in-between. She is there when a boy gets in the car with his older brother, even though both are so drunk they can’t walk straight. And when a woman walks into the mountains without telling anyone or checking the forecast. Or a man tries a motorcycle stunt he’s never tried before. She is also there in a bare room where a girl sits crying and a boy sits quietly holding her hand. When a skittish animal is befriended. The unexpected smile of a stranger. She is a creature perpetually at war with herself and her own impulses