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Soul Sucker
She was a vampire; we hung together for a while.
Not a drop of my blood dripped from her lips,
and yet, gradually my soul,
(that wise infant who has taken up
temporary residences in the hovel of my ego),
was sucked like a hapless Mayfly
under her brooding wings.
Little by little
she drained my youthful spirit away
with her 'pity me' hungers,
(a vicious need to bring everyone down
to her own level of misery).
Until
exhausted by her constant tales of woe
I drove a silver lining deep into her heart.
O how she screamed, as a ray of sunny daylight
shattered her sulky sucky-ness.
I left her there
dangling from those manipulative spiderwebs
of her self-loathing,
and fled
with my soulful man-child still intact.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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