BLOODSUCKER
- Mar 7
- 1 min read
By Tay Ann
I sink my teeth into her neck,
wait to taste the copper
on my tongue. I taste
every compliment she gives,
the prayers she sends,
the back she bends.
I take it all from her,
watch as it drains from her veins,
as her skin turns pale and cold.
I make her look as cruel as me,
even as I take it all in.
There is only so much
one can take, before it numbs
them to the pain. I cannot
stop. Even when I know it's gone
on too long. I feel
the end is near.
She's almost empty,
but a leech doesn't know its limits.
Too soon, the source is barren,
and I find my lips moving
"I'm sorry" on the bruise.
nothing left to consume.