a vampire poem



Woman with the blue swallow tattooed on your arm

I think I came tonight just

To cut you down

Two puncture marks in your blue swallow’s eyes

Five half moons on my arm as you died.


He found me and he left me in a smoke-thickened room.

Now I walk and walk beneath the barest moon,

The hungry itch on my blue bird arm

Informs me I am his and he is mine.

If you see me walking down this too-cold mile

I beg you take me in


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