The Swamp Monster

A swamp monster has taken over my life. It breathes loudly in my ear while I try to sleep and drips menacingly over my shoulder when I eat my meals. Strangely enough, I seem to be the only one able to see it.
Sometimes I tell people about it. Some of them, like my mother, seem to take it for granted that the monster exists, and sometimes I think that they almost see it themselves. No doubt they’re haunted by their own ghouls and demons, the kind that I can’t see.
Others seem to be truly oblivious to the existence of such beasts, and when I try to tell them about my monster, they sympathize politely while all the while their eyes flash with disbelief. I can see them exchanging looks over my head, wondering whether or not I should be committed, pitied, or simply humored.

My swamp monster isn’t malicious; that much is clear to me. It’s full of good intention, so much so that I invite him to come with me sometimes. Today, for instance, it’s been with me all day, every moment, and I even invited it to come along with me to see a movie with some girlfriends and stay the night with me. The swamp monster was shocked and flattered, and, to be honest, I think it was worried that I wasn’t sincere in my invitation. But I was. Because I know it means well and is lonely sometimes. So I tolerate it as often as I can.

My therapist thinks that I indulge it too much, though. Maybe he’s right. Still, I think that my swamp monster is pretty much here to stay, so getting used to it is probably a good thing. Maybe during the coming week I’ll be able to snatch some moments to myself, without it hovering over me like an oozing, pulsating, muddy puppy.

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6 thoughts on “The Swamp Monster

  1. blueghoul says:

    I like it. It’s sort of whimsical, just the writing and how you dealt with the “swamp monster.” Sweet and short.

    “I can see them exchanging looks over my head, wondering whether or not I should be committed, pitied, or simply humored.” In this sentence, “committed” is used to refer to a mental asylum…? It sounds a bit awkward with the other two, but I definitely liked the mention of the other peoples’ disbelieving glances as a whole.

    It all seems very…real, in a sense. Real to the world that it’s in. The voice is strong and the words are written in a way that I could see somebody just sitting around mulling over thoughts about his swamp monster in such a lighthearted fashion. It’s kinda like a breath of fresh air. Nice, short, sweet, and to the point.

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