Supernatural Poetry posted March 12, 2019


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Remembering what's-her-name.

My Dead Lover

by Xian Ding

I was once in love with a cute vampire
Who broke my heart when she perished by fire.
I never meant for her my heart to take,
Because I knew they'd burn her at the stake.
But I did love her so, cold skin and all,
Pale lips, dry hair like leaves in fall.
Though blood did not run through her veins,
She smelled real bad making love in the rain,
And she tried to bite me more than twice.
Come to think of it, she wasn't that nice.
She locked me in a mausoleum,
And then told my friends I could not see them.
She said I was her meaty stud,
But all she wanted was my blood.
I think she used me like a living crutch,
The more I think of it, I don't miss her much.
In fact, I'm glad that bloodsucker's gone,
So that finally I can now move on.
Now, there is this witch, lives down the lane,
I think I might...
Wait. Am I insane?


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