Waiting,
lucid against the moon in all my bloodless glory,
I am patient.
Animal desire boiling in my veins,
I linger beside houses,
glowing with spirit and candy,
perched on the edge of control.
Children toddle near me,
oblivious to my hunger,
chubby hands and faces and necks
pumping with luscious syrup.
And I am waiting.
For when midnight strikes,
it is time for the feast.
What be your thoughts?
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This is chilling and beautiful. It's very haunting, and you used fantastic imagery.
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chilling...
reminds me of a vampire story, hmmm......
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EMBRACE IT
"You must embrace the fear," he states in a british accent. "Otherwise, the significance is lost!" -
wow
this is really Intense
i really like it
my favourite so far
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Thank you very much!
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