"For a long while we just stood there, looking down at the profound and fleshless grin."
(A.R.F.E. pg 289)
'Why didn't you use proper capitalization and punctuation up there, Laura?' you may be wondering. I chose to memick Miss Emily's life style in my title format. Bland and underlyingly creepy. Where's the creep? The rather bizarre scary face that's supposed to look someone with buggy eyes and a straight face. Anywho!
What's with the messed up order of telling the story? Personally, I think it has to do with Miss Emily's insanity. It seems like a regular story, but then you read it and it's jumbled inside. Like her mind. And can I just say EWW! Who sleeps with a forty year-old corpse?? Freaks, that's who! This was just a very startling poem. It's kind of like the one girl who just last year got released from her kidnapper of twenty years or something ridiculous. All of the neighbors thought he and his wife were pretty normal, but then one day they're being hauled away and a women and her two daughters come out from the back yard after living there their whole lives, abused. This poem reminded me a lot of that. Creepy people out there, I tell you!
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