Suicidal Vampire Part 1: New Cocaine Poem by Alianna McThead

By poet: The desire of stopping my inhaling is dominant
Should I fight and say 'Oh, I guess I may be a significant person to someone.'


Once upon a time,
I've heard it thousand times
A girl walked into the door
who is she? I don't know.
She sat on the chair
The wind blew her hair
She didn't care
Whether these long silky locks, brushing his arm
Charming his heart
She stood,
His breath paused
Eyeing him with a twinkled honey irises
Her feet glided
His breath once again was captured
He drew himself up, to where they can meet


By poet: I didn't know she talked to him, but it seemed they had their place to gather.


Out in a garden
She stood in a corner
Painted with green and yellowy shadows
The glistening moon was yet to rise
But she had her prey to defy
He stopped in the sight of her
Her beauty was no match to a swan
Nor a star
She gestured with her finger
He, obediently, stepped forward
She slowly reached her hand to touch his face, on his heart, the touch lingered
She smiled beautifully
He was delectated, a sensation never before was felt and he smiled blissfully
She told him 'Close your eyes, '
Her voice so sweet, so beautiful and smooth
He closed his eyes, bewitched

By poet: Time moves hastily, reaches the dark hour, where the sun dives and the moon becomes the dove.



He still had his eyes closed not witnessing the transformation
Her skin turned pale,
Her eyes darker than an ocean bewildered with rage
She grasped his neck
Pricked a twin of fangs
A dark yet a savory liquid ran through her throat
He was drained
She was not satisfied
She wrapped her long fingers around his neck once more
Played with it till it cracked
She held his larynx in her hand
In her palms, she combined
Crushed the bones, now they're specs in her powerful hands
She opened her hand and brought it to her delicate nose
She sniffed softly the white powder in her hands
A diabolical smile drew on her small lips
She found her new cocaine