Contributor: Anna-Jane Johnson
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I’ve got a question.
What do you do
When your genre of choice,
The one that was all you wrote about
As a hormonal little middle schooler
And socially inept freshman
And clinically depressed young woman,
Suffers from a reputation so tarnished
That you know it’d be better to give up on it
And write something that people actually
Give a shit about?
”Of the moonless nights they are kings,
darkness is their kingdom.
Carrying death and sowing terror.
the dark Vampires fly
with great suede wings
ready not only to do evil...
but to do even worse.”
That’s from a silent film called ‘Les Vampires’.
I used to whisper that monologue to myself
As I walked along the streets of Grand Haven after dark,
Snowflakes melting on my cheeks as I
Imagined what it would be like if Anne Rice’s Lestat
Lurked in the shadows...
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Anna-Jane Johnson
