The twilightly intent

Last week I had it on slam poet­ry, a spe­cial form of poet­ry not every­one likes. They are quite sim­i­lar to oth­er forms of sto­ry­telling.
Short sto­ries and fairy tales are often con­sid­ered dif­fer­ent­ly: You love them or you hate them. To wor­ship those parts of lit­er­a­ture you have to take a look into their world. This world often is dif­fer­ent from ordi­nary life. For many peo­ple that’s the main rea­son not to care about them.
But for oth­ers it’s such a fas­ci­nat­ing trip into bizarre worlds, books on fic­tion­al sto­ries is all they read. Har­ry Pot­ter was just that kind of hype. And today it’s Twi­light.  A groovy sto­ry on love, trust, being an out­sider and bloody vam­pires. It’s some­thing that can take con­trol of your dreams.
Cher­ryChain­saw is obvi­ous­ly not ready for such a trip into won­der­land:
That would make real­i­ty quite scary.