I have a project on at the moment to produce a volume of Hopeless Maine poetry. I’m going to feature a lot of background characters as I think that would be interesting – people who aren’t named in the comics. Over to Millicent…
I wanted the glamour
To be pale, seductive, beautiful,
To exert irresistible attraction
Upon my almost willing victims.
I wanted better clothes
A place to belong, mystique
To be noticed, for a change.
To be noteworthy, exciting
Give me the velvet dresses
Narrow waist, heaving bosom,
Give mt the dainty feet
In truly unreasonable shoes
Free me from the mundane squalor
Of my life, liberate me
From my boredom with myself.
It all seemed so easy.
The mud under my cracked nails
My sunken cheeks, lank hair
And dirt ruined clothes are not
What I sought. I did everything.
Where is the dark magic now?
Why does the blood not satisfy?
Hungry all the time, and still
The same wretched, unalluring self
No sensuous transformations here
A child of the night, perhaps
But still, frustratingly
Not invited to any decent parties.