i am a ghoulish girl.
ghastly whims {on occasion} bob about my brain;
jiffy popping rascality into my good girl elbows and knees.
these airless explosions of mischief make merry with my inner dickens,
rousing her to join team naughty with quick-fix thrills and big, bad, bold revenge plots.
{luckily i’m also a happy girl…i don’t have anyone to personally aim ill will and harm-so i just go obtuse and silly}.
so far my playing time with this posse of surly pluck
lasts only for minutes…..always in my imagination, usually sitting in traffic.
“if the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
you leave the same impression
of something beautiful, but annihilating.”
-sylvia plath