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The Streets of the Danged
I was a vampire that night.
My fangs were red and orange with candy corn.
My face was smeared white with sweat and paste
Causing a ghoulishly acrid taste to drip into my mouth.
My plan and curfew were quite clear, quite simple:
I needed to suck the mortality out of 4-7 9-year-old female virgins
And be back home in bed by 9:45. (It could be done.)
The week prior I had heard of an un-dead 3rd grader in Transylvania...
Sucked the blood of 100 10-year-old ex-girlfriends
And still made it home for apples and cheese.
Yet my own path of hallow'd terror
Could not commence unless I fixed the strap of my candy bucket.
I discarded the flimsy plastic strap for some frightfull-looking bungee cords,
For you see, I was not only the Ruler of the Night, winged and blood-thirsty,
I was also a genius! (I knew where the tiny bungees were kept.)
With deadened grace I floated slowly out the front door
And into the tar-colored world of shrieks and cries and moms.
I would show no mercy!
Vanquish all Truth and Light!
And always look both ways
Before crossing the Streets Of the Dead!
(And the Danged!)
Copyright ©
Matt Caliri
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