it isn’t need
it isn’t just
it’s purely fetish
a wanton lust
the master calls
a fugue befalls
heightened senses
for walking palls
she draws them in
through promised sin
playful teases
‘fore tearing skin
when comes the blood
priapic flood
consuming all
throws husk to mud
her weakness red
desire bled
though needn’t feed
or leave them dead
the crimson howl
the carmine growl
begets her love of
vermillion jowl
a vampire she
o’er cattle plea
o’er mind and muscle
an ichor glee
art: Vampire by Edvard Munch
*originally posted as part of a 26 word 26 day challenge
Whoa! This was creepy, yet beautiful. An excellent piece! 🌸🤗🌸
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Thank you 🙂
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My pleasure! 🤗
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Diabolically brilliant!
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Awesome, and I rarely like poetry.
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I appreciate that, thank you
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