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Writing Life1 min read

I’ve Read This One

A sonnet about a story you recognize by the second chapter.

From behind a book, he glances my way, a shy smile, an innocent look. Now he’s the hero, with lines to say; an opening scene, the perfect hook.
Chapter by chapter, our story grows, stolen lines from dog-eared pages. Now he’s charming; it’s all for show. Beneath the binding, something rages.
The last chapter hurts. He smiles, teeth bared at last, the monster clear. Now his books lie in chaotic piles; whole characters just disappear.
I’ve read this story before. He doesn’t know I slew another monster long ago.