Hiding under coats
in back of the old, gilded theatre
her hand
          reaches for mine
squeezes tight
as images of torn flesh,
         shattered bone and torrents of blood
entertain us.
Tortured souls beg for mercy–
a chainsaw grinds,
         extinguishing their screams.
Gifted some brief respite
              from the carnage
I seize my chance
         to offer popcorn.
                She smiles…
And this-
this is how love begins.

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