Wear your masks
Vampires
& leave
The children alone
In a time of plague
Even vampires
Must slow down
~â—‹~
You are of
Some kind of
Magic’s making
Can’t you then
Transform
Into something
Other than
The undead
Taking
~â—‹~
Lifeblood
Purgatory
Of existence
A metaphor for
Without mirrors
What you really are
Please stay home
& when you must leave
Wear a mask to hide your teeth
~â—‹~
Your stolen
Iron-vapour breath
Your story is old
Yet not so old
You are perhaps
Exaggerated
No cape
This lifetime around
You only tell
Of your sorrow
You never tell
Of your wrongs
~â—‹~
The preyed upon
Have grown tired
Indeed
Of your pleas
Of your
Rocketship beliefs
Slow down
Vampire
You know what
We think
There is nothing
Left here to eat
Or to drink
© Niliema Karkhanis
Photo by Paweł Czerwiński from Unsplash