A vampire story from Hasty.



There was blood
Lots of it actually
It wasn’t dripping
It was streaming
Pooling steadily
Below the bed
Once white sheets
Now sticky sweet
Clouds of red
Absorbing cotton
As if a storm
Was brewing
This was it
My final kill
I’d killed many
Since I was nine
Youngest enlisted
Vampire killer
Not so great really
For a resume
Or a business card
But I am done
Because this one
I loved
He is my last
And I will die
As our blood
Flows the same
Staining our sheets
And seeping deep
Into floorboards
Until the sun
Comes and carries us
To our new home

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