Nurturing Malevolence Poem by Emma Woods

Amd I breathing? Am I swimming?
Am I standing? Amd I drowning?
The scratching at night scores my skin
A cry within; it can't be heard
The piercing green eyes and seductive smile
The long white fingers run across my skin
The sarcastic whispers trea\t me like a child
The drips of blood run down her chin
She sinks her teeth into my flesh
She slowly drains the blood from me
Her cold soft hands run to my head
And down my chest the blood runs free
As I grow weak she lays me down
She strokessz my head and kisses my neck
Her whispers I hear are the only sound
I look at her helplessly and she warmly smiles
Her black painted fingernails run through her hair
And her pale white skin is so perfectly clear
She whispers to me and sends me to my dreams
And in this worlds I am nowhere to be seen