Goth Girl

GOTH GIRL Sitting beside two Goth girls; Black hair, black clothes, Black eyelashes, silver studs in the knee-length boots, pale daughters-of-Dracula complexions. I could be in Whitby for a Goth convention, standing on a crag looking out on the cold North sea, but I'm having a coffee break from learning Swedish, and the blonde thread running through my thoughts has been momentarily lost, a shadow darkens the sun. Sneaking a glance at her chill loveliness; no fangs or love bite from the master blemish her ivory neck, and I laugh behind my newspaper, laugh at the adult restraint I have to honour, laugh at the sentence, Welcome to my castle! She turns to look my way but I have to get going - Age before Beauty - before the light of those eyes makes me break my thousand-year silence.