Vampire
A vampire feasts on blood.
When I was born,
Father told me stories about vampires.
Creatures with fangs,
that gorge on blood.
A vampire takes prey
Father always said,
our blood binds us.
Mother did not share our blood.
Father took her as his prey.
A vampire sleeps alone
The first time I encountered blood,
I was a wisp of a girl.
My sweaty bed sheets once virginal white,
crimson and cold.
A vampire is unwanted
Children are cruel.
They bathe in holy water,
to push me away.
Their garlic words stench up my life.
A vampire is hypnotic
“You are a part of me,
I am a part of you.
Our blood is same,
for I created you.”
A vampire despises light
I lived in the light once.
So father’s essence boiled hot like magma.
I was taken from the schoolyard,
so the darkness can keep me safe.
A vampire takes what he wants
I vaguely recall father’s pale palm,
gracefully lifting my nightgown.
His bare skin blanketed my own.
A spill of scarlet on my thighs.
A vampire devours selfishly
Father’s fang was large,
and it lived beneath the silk at his waist.
An orchestra of his masculine groans,
performed with my pained soprano silence.
A vampire takes a bride
“Love is connection,
and everyone needs connection.”
We lived in our dark isolation together.
For we were made for each other.