I.
Wary daughter heeds
maternal admonition
against her judgment.
II.
Inner monologue:
it is kind of flattering . . .
gross, Buffy! It’s Spike!
III.
Reels in disbelief
at creep-o shrine’s unveiling.
Are those her panties?!
IV.
Run! Do not pass go.
Sorry mom, did all I could-
stops dead in her tracks.
V.
Paralyzing sight:
worn black leather, blood-smeared mouth,
nemesis returned.
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