Sunday, January 4, 2009

Is This The End (vampyre poem #23)

barely alive,
ravaged by their torture,
she rested uneasily in her bed.
unable to move,
she watched in horror
as they approached,
determined to complete their plans.
as the first sharp sting
pierced her neck,
she tried to scream –
unable to as they took her…
violated and desecrated her…
making her one of their own.

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