The Vampire Poem by Dash Mcpeek

The Vampire

The vampire comes at night, hungry for sin, his mouth on my skin

"hush little baby, go to sleep, "

And he lays me bare

And I, I silently weep



The vampire comes only at night, and he has secrets for me to keep

Naked he lays down by my side

And I, I pretend I'm asleep



And the kiss of the vampire burns me like fire

As he takes what he wants - never asking nor begs:

A kiss on my cheek, on my neck, on my chest…

Between my legs



As I groan from my soul - ecstasy, fear, sorrows, pain -

He says, "You'll see me in your dream."

I push him away, resistance is vain

"It hurts, it hurts! " I scream.

"It hurts, it hurts! " I scream.



And then I fall into a sleep and I dream a strange dream

And I wet in my bed and I wake up and scream



And with the dawn, the vampire is gone

The morning brings all the pain:

The blood on the sheet won't let me forget

That I'll never be the same again:

I am a vampire now and vampires must eat

And I will eat you up!

The Vampire
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is a raw narrative about my experience of being raped as a boy. To the many who may find it intolerance, macabre, creepy - try living with it in your skin, not for a moment but for a lifetime. What I find more intolerable is the euphemizing of very authentic and painful experiences like these to fit the artificial and posed moral sensibilities of the social media genre. Being raped as a boy ain't a Tiktok video and cannot be made any less raw than it actually is so that others who have never had the experience can be comfortable. The vampire is very typically a universal Jungian archetype of sexual violation and children who have been sexually violated will oftentimes dream of vampires.
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