by Greg Brostom
After he left, everything went black. I wept for years. I couldn't see anything in the gloom.
Then today I turned around and look! Boys everywhere. Following me. Like a beacon.
And when I squint, they all look like him. And I smile. Because he taught me how to hurt them.
Bye, boys. Miss me.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
White Queen
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This is wildly inappropriate, but after posting this I couldn't get the phrase "Once you go black, you don't go back," out of my head. Sort of fits?
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