Victorian Virtue

VICTORIAN VIRTUE Victorian virtue left bare - ivory shoulders, pulsating neck i hear the tinkle of chimes and the brisk flapping of his cape his sultry voice, rich and romantic, hypnotic suddenly the dagger of teeth sink into the darkest carafe of my neck warning unheeded i play back how i laughed so hard at the spooky report “Wear garlic, ye virgins!” now my rose perfume scents the hospital room where he returns for moonshine elixir as i die a slow death and the centuries pass and i sink my teeth into my victims’ weep my boots carry their ashes the brisk wind sweeps them away Date: 12/18/2018 Contest Name: Give Me Goosebumps Poetry Contest Sponsor: Nina Parmenter