My Mother's Daughter
This night, I only smiled.
My face a cherub's joy.
I, my mother's daughter,
sought to sate my hunger.
What life might I slaughter?
This night, I only smiled.
Blood-red, my spewing lips,
luscious from the fresh kill,
dripping with newborn life
and careful not to spill.
This night, I only smiled.
A daughter of the night,
my mother's precious pride,
delicate and refined.
Dracula's latest bride.
This night, I only smiled.
Not heard, but only seen.
Quiet and lady-like
in heels, hat, and white gloves,
contriving my next strike.
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