Vampire
“Nothing feels wrong anymore.”
Poor little vampire.
Weeping through the annals of history,
Slumped over with my tooth out,
I wonder how much of my life is affected
By my little wondering stars
and arrows pointing outwards.
“I’m just high on blood.”
You are what you eat.
“I’m blood.”
I smile cutely with my serene little tooth, slumped over in the annals of history, weeping, and repeat myself stubbornly.
“Nothing feels wrong anymore.”
You are what you eat.
“I’m high on just blood.”