I.
Two weeks go by.
No follow-up.
No regrets either—for the most part.(Yeah, I really would have liked that footjob.)
Whatever.
I don't need that kind of responsibility.
At least not at the moment.(Post-)Life goes on.
There are other needs.II.
I keep a supply
in a locked refrigerator.
I don't give it any cute nicknames
or euphemistic labels
— "House Red"
"Plasma al Pomodoro"
"Crimson Tide" —
that's not my style.
I'm not into playing with my food.At the moment,
it's running critically low.III.
Contrary to myth,
not all of us go into a rage
during withdrawals.I become more like my usual self,
only hungrier,
lonelier,
needier,
hornier,
and worse at grammar,
apparently.Well, there's only so much self-loathing
I'm willing to put up with.Time for a refill.
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Hematography for Beginners [CPN]
VampirosA cellphone novel about post-life crisis. ☨ A nebbish Filipino vampire reconsiders his (post-)life choices after a fun but stressful dalliance with a party girl. ☨ RIYL: What We Do In The Shadows, Phonogram, Being Human, Garth Marenghi's Darkplace...