8 March 2013
Shivering in the darkness, Alone and cannot see, Scientists around me, 'Whatever could she be?'
Fangs aloft my gums; out, Hands shake, need for blood, Forcing fists and curling in, My eyelids make a hood.
My skin paler than usual, My breath: a needy sigh, Without the proper sustenance, There's no question: I'll die.
But no one understands it, 'She's hungry? What's her food?' And so I sit here shaking, Knowing they're not clued.
Needing Blood. • Opuss № I