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I open my door and gasp
at the black blotch
splayed on the wall
as big as a bird
and patterned like
a Persian rug.
It shifts and shudders,
stirred out of its slumber,
before fluttering away.
Megan Obregon is a senior studying business management with a minor in creative writing. In addition to Tamarind, she also writes for the Mingoes Film Network. She enjoys writing, drawing, and web development in her free time.