August 29, 2017

Blood

New Blood

Fresh

Rose

Metallic

Blood

My mouth waters

I lick my lips

Fresh

Fresh new

Blood

She lies there

Sleeping peacefully

her skin plump and healthy

New Blood

I take a step

I bend down

and

bite

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I’m not a poet. I don’t write poems. I write stories like this because it’s hard for me to write in paragraph form. I don’t know where to put commas, or colons, or whatever. My previous post weren’t even poems.