You and I, vampires
habitual creatures
you and I, hungry again
This hollow needs a fill
O, to dip our quill…
You’re chasing love
chasing fantasy
the thrill of infatuation
dutifully presenting
its pale skin beneath
those long teeth
Ravenous
I stalk experience
joyful or otherwise
Thumping heartbreak
or whatever I can muster
any morsel of emotion
to carve apart and analyse
Drawn into the well
to spill again
I’ll get my fill again
You and I; vampires
you and I; blowing through some town
I’d see the same look in your eye
that I would see
if I could face myself
in the mirror
We both know
there’s nothing out there
that’s going to seal
that crack, these wounds
The chase is endless
habitual creatures
Sensation fleeting
always; we’ll part
and roam on…
[2019]
Thanks for reading.
Image Credit: Edvard Munch
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