452 Dickenson the bloody May, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Emily was a vampire!
Shy, retiring, brutally destructive,
sucking depleted, weakened words from poets lexicon,
shocking their crawling pulses,
leaving space in the arteries
for flow of new red cells
which she would watch with
yellow eye and loaded gun,
insuring blood would not stale
along with her ginger bread.

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