Devils' Holiday "horror Vs Supremacy"
Rays beam,
the room brightens instantly.
You stand there as you do every morning,
ritually yawning,
stretching...
Everything seems fine but you feel different,
more aggressive,
confident,
fluorescent.
No work today,
you feel the urge to explore your first day,
amongst the cattle you prey.
YOUR whipped around mightily, shoved, in--dented into the concrete.
A man approaches in a dark suit with a blood red tie. He tells you that
you'd been bitten for numbers, a select group for supremacy.
You are a hybrid vampire, he tells you. You can survive the sun!
There is one rule,
to only feast in the shadow of the moon...
To be continued.........
7/09
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