Vampire’s Kiss

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.

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