I went off-prompt today because something silly tickled my fancy instead.
Reblogged from the Lexington Poetry Month blog.
Unusual beauty
She has vampire toes
pale, slender, and preternaturally agile
with dark red nails, wet and shiny
as fresh-spilled blood
She has vampire palms
smooth, without past or future
to map in lines, only the arches
and loops of an endless now
She has a vampire smile
expressing neither guile nor truth
empty of meaning and free
to carry whatever prey may desire
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