Universal Monsters
She straightened
her hair, neck
now exposed black ink
drooling to her arms.
She wore a Bride
of Frankenstein
tank-top, her facade
revealed Wolfman,
Dracula, monsters.
She grinned, howled
stared. My gaze lingered
too long. When I told her
she was, "cute,"
she misheard
me as "puke."
Words
- Kyle Edward Harris
- "That's the price tag, no discounts, no bargains. Losing my first love was like living in a perfect house, with the perfect front porch and matching dormers where the key finally worked to let me in, until without enough warning, it caught fire and was gone, leaving a thin coat of ash that would gray my life for years, making me cry when I saw a perfect front porch or a light shining from an upstairs window."- The One & Only Aunt Nancy
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