We tell ourselves as we supervise the children while they play in the street, that we keep them on a short leash by telling them twisted stories of things that live within the shadows, things just outside of our reach, things that will only hurt them, when in the coldness of the truth, in the clear light of day, in the mirror that stares back, we are the true predators, we are the beasts manipulating our own twisted versions of reality, we are the darkness hiding in the depths of who we truly are, for within all of our fleshy suits, is a monster waiting to tear through…
