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Blood Opens
A vampire tells of sorrow |
This is written for the Prompt 3 of this contest:
__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Am I night’s infinite wanderer? blessed not by God and satan’s progeny? caught between what holds the light? death unleashed upon mortality? erase that which you feast feed thyself not on raw legend grind me not upon the fate of crucifixion handle me with care I am not bloodthirsty jolted into blood-hunger killing not only for lust love me not for the savagery obsidian dipped in my fangs pursued by the faith keepers quested by the brave hunters rusting in the dark magic of undead… Surreal orbs vacant touch no memoir underneath bones and dead flesh vixen-like speed and opium red withered is my form xenophobia is but man’s game yours truly is still man zestfully caged into another mitosis… |