Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Red Line to 95th at about 8:20 a.m.
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.
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
It's cloudy. I'm in a spooky mood. Listen to DM Stith. You'll get in a spooky mood, too.