Soooo, this is the first in a series of posts where I’ll be sharing excerpts of my writing. I have to admit, it’s a little scary to post this because I’m very selective about which bits of writing I share and the people I share them with. But I’ve shared this one before, so I’m a little less nervous. Also, I know the title of up there says “fiction” (which usually implies prose) but this is actually a poem (a story-poem, so I think it counts). 
Anyhow, hope you enjoy!
About the piece: Parents. They’re so oblivious sometimes. But a kid’s gotta do what a kid’s gotta do…
The Demon Barber of…Main Street?
My mum can’t see our barber
When she looks at him.
I don’t mean that he’s see-through,
Or that she’s very dim.
Mum just can’t seem to see him
The way a person ought.
She says, “He’s very handsome,”
(Although, he’s really not).
No, Mum can’t see his canines–
They’re sharp and pointy-white.
He smiles at her without them,
But me? He shows that bite.
His eyes are red like embers,
His fingers, long and thin,
And while he snips my fringe away
He’s staring at my skin.
One time, he cut my earlobe;
He said it was a slip,
But when my ear began to bleed,
I saw him lick his lip.
That barbershop is creepy:
No mirrors anywhere–
It’s dark and cold and gloomy,
With just one single chair.
I hate to get my hair cut;
The reason’s clear, you see.
But since my mum can’t see this guy,
She’s asked him round to tea.
I’ve made my preparations:
There’s stakes in ev’ry room.
Our teacups smell of garlic now.
The cross? I’ve used a broom.
Tomorrow is the big day
When “Thomas” comes to dine,
But if he feasts on someone’s blood,
It’s sure as hell not mine.
