sat around the campfire,
roasting marshmallows
at the end
of long sticks we found
on the ground
and drinking
beer, we went
around the circle and told
scary stories,
horror stories that we
promised were real.
it was mostly laughter,
and yelling out,
no way,
impossible that can't be
true,
you're making
that up,
and then it was my turn
to tell the tale,
which i did in great detail
as a wolf
howled in the distance
under a full moon,
the story of my two ex-wives.
no one was able to sleep
that night.
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