Punctured Wounds Poem by Allison Unknown

I lean my head back
Inviting you
To come on in
And have a little bite
Your eyes
That were on my face
Now fall to my throat
You pull me in
And hold my shoulders
I can feel
The cold
From your hands
Seeping through my shirt
Your eyes
As black as night
Are still on my throat
Your head comes
To my throat
I can feel a sting
When your teeth
Puncture my skin
Everything seems
So peaceful
When you pull back
I see your face
Your eyes
Are now
A light blue
That can pierce
Through a heart
So easily and quickly
I walk and look
Through a mirror
And see
Two small
Puncture wounds