roaming the streets like some
crazed vampire, blood-lustful after dark,
hungry to turn someone else
inside out. at least discover the source of your haunt.
surely you cannot be the only one
brought to your knees in a town of ghosts?
surely your kin are out there,
the ones you used to cross your heart
and hope to die with,
the ones who bear your scars and
made teethmarks on your neck.
surely you are not the only lost one.
surely.
