vampiric lust, life essence lost.
So pale his cheek, paper cool his touch.
Someone told me that I should write it all down, get all that turmoil out of my head. And it worked, even better than therapy did. In the process, I discovered a joy with wordplay and poetry, and now I couldn’t stop even if I’d wanted to.
That was some dark and awesome poetry Louise.
Thank you, Rimley…kind of you.