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.