Vampire’s Kiss poem by Iris Carden
Awaking from a fevered dream, a memory of mesmerising eyes, a voice, low and strong fading into the night. Lethargy. Overwhelming fatigue. Two small wounds on pale skin, so much paler than before. Blood smear on the pillow. Confusion. A sense of dread desire for something unknown. A window left open to the night. A sense of something demanded, something taken, nothing given in return. A kiss that always takes and never gives. He will be back tomorrow. His kiss will bring her death.