Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Malcolm

Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Red Line to 95th at about 8:20 a.m. 

She told me I was a monster in a good way. A nose too sharp and beak-like to be kind. Suspiciously elegant clothing. Thin, cruel fingers.

She told me it was more exciting that way. When I wrapped my arms around her waist, would I squeeze the life out of her? When she felt something running down her spine, was it my fingernail or a knife-point? When I kissed her, would I transfer poison to her tongue?

I loved her, she feared me, and we called it happiness. 

It's cloudy. I'm in a spooky mood. Listen to DM Stith. You'll get in a spooky mood, too. 

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