10 October 2012
Every drop is thick. Thick with thoughts unsaid. Every splash of blood. Accompanies the dread.
Dread seeps through my pores. It joins the blood in dance. Every slice of skin. Another blood-red chance.
Chance is like a dice game. Blood roaring in my ears. Bloody lipstick staining lips. A gambler's weighty cheers.
Cheers from those a-watching. Watching as you bleed. Another hand to pale flesh. You're filled with bloody need.
Need is a mundane thing. It taunts you like a cut. Gnashing deep inside your flesh. It makes a bloody rut.
A Vampire's Reaction. • Opuss № I