Riff-Raff, Magenta and Frank
Rosie Scrivello, DDS
You came to me. I know you did. I heard it. I don't know how, but I did. You were there. That night not so long ago. The storm. The lightning. When I stared out the window and up at the sky. You were there. You had to be. But why didn't you come? And then that day… with the spider. Do you remember that? When I put Frank on the screen to calm my nerves. And the spider wouldn't die. Was that you Frank? A symbol of your ongoing love? Please tell me it was. That was you. But when I ran out, when I so terrified… and when I returned… and the sun and light was streaming out of my room, despite the blinds being drawn. You were there. No one can tell me otherwise. I felt you. I felt the power; the magnificent power. All the pleasure washed away my pain. And then the spider was gone. Was that you? Riff? Magenta? Was that a sign towards your hatred for Frank? What did that mean? And today. When I walked home in the rain. I felt an eerie silence. Where you there? Were you waiting to steal my soul home to Transsexual? Why didn't you come? Please tell me. I'm listening.