glass slipper | poetry

wretch {vampire}

intoxicated wretch,

your scarlet venom pulls you along 

on a tautly drawn string.

fade into the shadows 

and watch, perpetually suffering, 

as your hallowed love returns 

to your very own place of rest.

for what you must consume 

is what will never rush through their veins again. 

perhaps t'is luck

that their sandglass has crashed into the ground

and lies in a million shards of bitter crystal.

for glass will not harm you, will it? 

...will it?

the answer is sweetly obvious 

but when you traipse around the centuries 

wearing two heavy weighted chains,

one of memory, the other of life, 

then perhaps,

you are better off dead.