Ooh, shiny town!!! I FEEL ABSOLUTELY NO SHAME IN BEING BLAMED FOR THIS. (And, ack, I am crap at this all-caps lark - the 'absolutely' is too much, isn't it? There should be a style guide...)
Anyway, I really really like this. I love that you rhyme glass and farce, yet also talk about cellphones; I love the idea of her prying apart the night (even if I'm weirded out by how sexual and image I find that, despite it being such a violent one). And I love her leaving an ex behind to hold the pass, because that is sooo Buffy.
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Anyway, I really really like this. I love that you rhyme glass and farce, yet also talk about cellphones; I love the idea of her prying apart the night (even if I'm weirded out by how sexual and image I find that, despite it being such a violent one). And I love her leaving an ex behind to hold the pass, because that is sooo Buffy.
Since it seems my duty to corrupt you, and you made the mistake of writing not only Buffyverse, but Buffyverse poetry (oh la), I feel it is my duty to link you to my two favourite Buffyverse poems, so you may continue your, erm, education: Buffy Sonnet #2 by