Angel in the Underworld

Dracula had been secretly courting an American Angel. They met at an annual conference for the Federation of Supernatural Beings and really hit it off. He hides her in a condo on the east side of the Underworld. She likes the idea of being a kept woman, especially by a man of the afterlife.

She knows that eventually she'll have to leave, but for now it feels so good to be so bad. Dracula will be heart broken when he finds out his Angel has left him for Heaven.

He won't even be able to break the lease on the condo.

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Frankenstein accepted the offer to sublet Dracula's east side condo. He had been looking around awhile for a bachelor pad. (Things hadn't been going so well with the Bride.) The legions of angry villagers after Frankenstein were sometimes less frightening than she could be.

He just needed a place to get away from it all. Life hadn't quite turned out the way he thought it would. Maybe he'll suggest couples counseling.

Alimony wasn't really an option.

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The Ghost had recently started a part time cleaning service. Her haunting business had really slowed down and she needed some supplemental income.

Dracula had hired her to tidy up around the condo once a week. (His American Angel didn't have to lift a finger.) It was an easy job for the Ghost and she enjoyed making idle conversation with the Angel (even if she seemed superficial).

Things quickly changed once Frankenstein moved in. Stray pizza boxes and empty beer cans were scattered around the living room. Dirty socks were found stuffed in between the couch cushions.

The Ghost would have to raise her rates right away.

the witching hour is an excellent excuse to pine over lost love and drink too much red wine. he knew me when there was only a little grey in my hair. i can only try to imagine the jet black i used to know.

for a good time call frankenstein.
dracula already cornered the market on true love. too bad he was only interested in mortal women. his suave trickery works best on the ladies that can still bask in the sunlight.

is it too much to ask for a single ghost to receive a little love and attention? i guess it's not my lot in afterlife.

I am the invisible ghost. My bark has no bite.
I sit silently in the corner and watch the world glide by.

I am the solitary ghost. My dance card is blank.
The music cradles me like a warm blanket.

I am the ghost who pretends she is not alone.
It's a full time job, but I doubt I'll get a raise.
My performance review didn't go very well.

fancy that

a tiny whisper warning
too late, my vision is blurred
freeing stray spider webbing from my eyelashes
not much to look at anyway

waking up late set her stride in chaotic motion. running out the door a cool breeze brushed her face, a gray mist hung in the air. passing by the leafy foliage an unexpected interlude transpired. open eyes met silky thread. temporary blackness ensued.

so sorry little spider

she had the sincerest of intentions

while swallowing the banality of yesterday I choked.
bohemian ghost (girlfriend, you're a fraud). drape yourself in chiffon and velvet.

search all day for a shining effervescence to wash over the cement tomb you sleep so soundly in.
jazz it up with ribbon and sparkles, hurry before the gypsies figure out that you're really a philistine.

avant-garde ghost (baby, don't do kitsch)
exhaust yourself into an authentic state of blissfulness.
no matter, never mind.
ghostly good time, by morning you'll remember you were never even alive.

too bad, so sad.

Lace

A woman walks into a room.
She says, “I don’t remember where I came from.”

A man looks up at her for a moment.
He thinks, “If she were more beautiful, I would help her.”
He looks down.

She knows she is alone.

Maladjusted

hey, hey
bout time I woke you up

kick that sad face to the curb sister. we don't need that around here anymore
just love that simple surrounding
because it feels so good

chirp, chirp little bird cause its a new day
oh yeah, cause it feels so good
so fine
great, good, goodnight