Vampire

A vampire feasts on blood.

When I was born,

Father told me stories about vampires.

Creatures with fangs,

that gorge on blood.

A vampire takes prey

Father always said,

our blood binds us.

Mother did not share our blood.

Father took her as his prey.

A vampire sleeps alone

The first time I encountered blood,

I was a wisp of a girl.

My sweaty bed sheets once virginal white,

crimson and cold.

A vampire is unwanted

Children are cruel.

They bathe in holy water,

to push me away.

Their garlic words stench up my life.

A vampire is hypnotic 

“You are a part of me,

I am a part of you.

Our blood is same,

for I created you.”

A vampire despises light

I lived in the light once.

So father’s essence boiled hot like magma.

I was taken from the schoolyard,

so the darkness can keep me safe.

A vampire takes what he wants

I vaguely recall father’s pale palm,

gracefully lifting my nightgown.

His bare skin blanketed my own.

A spill of scarlet on my thighs.

A vampire devours selfishly

Father’s fang was large,

and it lived beneath the silk at his waist.

An orchestra of his masculine groans, 

performed with my pained soprano silence.

A vampire takes a bride

“Love is connection,

and everyone needs connection.”

We lived in our dark isolation together.

For we were made for each other.