Dracula with Braces

The castle door groans like a movie set. Moon on the moat,

thunder makes a threat. I steady my breath, rehearsing my screams.

Candlelight jittering, teeth in a dream. He swoops down the stairs.

Oh, no, here he comes. Trips on his cape and bangs

both thumbs. And looks up grinning and everything changes. Lightning hits chrome,

yeah, he's got braces. All the tales said run from the

night. But he's pocketing gummy bears asking for a Sprite.

Dracula with braces, flashing little galaxies. Bracket shine halos, stainless steel fantasies. Hard to fear