What the Black

Every moment of your life was in preparation for this moment

no matter if right now you are kissing the cat’s belly or

honking at that asshat in the Lexus going 15 in a 25 or

staring up at a face that has suddenly become spooked and

now you are laughing at yourself because you

are actually the scary girl still and

you’ve encountered normal and

somehow charmed it (again)

but this time it’s different and

you’re not afraid of it but

it’s afraid of you

(& it’s not really like that, but that’s how it feels for a sec)

& you have long since ceased to be “goth” but

most of your clothes are black &

you picked up Latin on purpose (& also Glocks & also liturgy but everything else was a happy accident)

the only choices after that are Holy Orders or

whatever the hell is happening here

Either sounds like good fun.