Wednesday, July 2, 2008

White Queen

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.

1 comment:

abbreviatedman said...

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?