MINOR MYTH

 

There was a minor myth

of a neighborhood shape-shifter

I thought I knew which one of us he was

One moonless night I invited him to a bar

on the edge of town

He soon suspected my motives

and slithered away

into the dark weeds.

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

get him drunk the real person will come out...he wouldn't risk it...

eerie tone to this...perfect for October...

[rutherford]

Thanks Jacob. One of those short images that just kind of come into my head.