Cursed
Pricked with a fanged bite;
No longer a need to fight
everything toxic about daylight;
His kiss tasted eternal;
Death dripping in the eyes of a vampire,
as intoxicating as a scorching fire;
Never a past to transpire,
endless curse, the thirst for blood.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2021
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