All Hopes and Dreams

Poem written for Alicia, part of the creep family that I sent a bookmark to last week.

 

There was a girl with midnight hair

Who had a sweet unassuming stare.

She really was a terrible girl indeed

For she had an insatiable feverish need:

To crawl deep into a stranger’s mind

And dreams and hopes she would find,

And slurp and chew and swallow them whole –

Leaving a drooling brooding empty soul.