Bonsai Kitten

Nobody wants to know where monsters come from. But I know. I am one. It's a sound-proof room, beige and white, with a door that seals for positive oxygen flow. Monsters come from all around to be born there, in the pure oxygen. Still, the place smells like Vaseline and burnt toast. Outside the room are six beds, hidden by curtains. There, the nurses put cadaver skin on you because it has nutrients your monster skin needs. The Asian nurse lady, the one who wasn't afraid, told me that the gray pieces of dead guy she laid on my face felt like cold cuts. "You lucky," she said, "because we only get handsomest." When her fingers patted the gauze, I heard a scream. It came from me, a gust from inside, but I couldn't find where.