Written for Duff’s Challenge 19.
Morning slowly breaks, the sun is new and bright,
Killing any hope that I might have a restful night.
Time to wake my sleepy kindred zombie child.
His eyes are laden and heavy, his hair is wild.
Words replaced by incomprehensible groans.
Scuffling to the kitchen, he sits and moans.
As he feeds on cereal, a true gruesome sight,
Milk drippy chin and sticky marshmallow bites.
I watch him; a slow smile spreads upon my face.
My monstrous toddler! For another day I brace!
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