Wait Is It Me
My eyes are but orbs of their former selves.
How am I seeing?
What do I smell?
Is it blood?
Dracula’s or my own?
He clutches me and ravishes me.
It is satisfyingly delicious.
A wolf howls.
Wait.
Is that me?
Oooooooh! Oooooooh!
I am shameless.
A wench desiring her demon lover.
The howling continues.
Dracula rears back his face and stares at me.
We are both delighted.
It is more than enough.
More a big death than a little death.
He continues to feed.
I tingle from my orbs to my skele-toes.
Halloween came exactly in time this year.
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