There are two monks entrolled at my former university,
and I’m quite convinced my best friends may be Death Eaters.
they are threatening “Muggles” by their own admission.
and yesterday I termed myself burn-out to the girl I was tutoring,
an example of what not to be.
and the cynical wordage of my conceptions of two formative professors have begun to indulge themselves in my voice.
they and et al. are waiting for the lightning strike,
and the long rumbling after.
