Dracula's Bite - Poem by Samantha Desmond
Looking up with sparkling eyes,
as Dracula's bite sinks in,
and blood pours out.
Thrilled with the release of mental pain,
and her wrist seeps,
and blood drips to the floor.
A years worth of misery forgotten,
as her allusion takes over,
Dracula still biting.
Horror not seen on her face, in her eyes,
as the blade drops to the ground,
and the temporary high still there.
This vivid dream of Dracula, smiling now,
an adrenaline rush causing her high,
and the passion is intense.
And now reality hits so powerfully,
her wrist captured in her hand,
and she cries, no longer high.
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