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St. Valentine
Elegant, graceful creature
Skimming over the ground
Barely touching the earth
Stopping in a clearing
Raising her silky head,
She sniffs at the air
And suddenly sets off
Cautiously approaching
Into a veiled area
Enclosed by vines
Inside sits St. Valentine
Glancing up,
He freezes
Slowly smiling
She beckons love
Approaching
The unicorn nuzzles her
And suddenly a slash through the heart
Valentine falls
Bending,
The unicorn licks up the blood
Savoring the sweet, brackish taste
Then straightening
She goes to find
A new victim.
-Rach
Interview with Hannah
Question: So, Hannah, what's your opinion on Valentine's Day?
Hannah: It's okay, I guess. I used to not like it, though, because guys made fun of me.
Q: Do you get Valentines?
H: Uh, sometimes.
Q: Well, that would explain something. Do you have a boyfriend?
H: Yeah... But I'm not telling you who he is.
Q: Darn. Oh well. Do you think that St. Valentine should have been kicked in the stomach, punched in the nose, thrown
in a particularly disgusting Port-a-Potty, and rolled down a steep hill?
H: Uh, I dunno. Don't you think that's a bit harsh? I mean, you never met the guy.
Q: No. He's put me through too much misery. Any closing words?
H: Not really. Bye.
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