Just so you know, this is a poem for Halloween.
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Before,
I was worshipped
Like dear old Saint Nick.
Now,
I am one
Among the little children.
Before,
What a real costume!
They chattered.
How scary!
I gritted my teeth
And tried to play nice.
Now,
It is not a game.
It is the real thing.
I glide,
Skipping over houses,
To catch up to the ones
Who left me behind.
Wait up,
I say.
MORE CANDY!!!!!!!!!
They say,
Too sugar- hyped to care.
I weave into the group
Until I am in the middle.
A little boy excitedly starts
A one-way conversation.
Hey!
He says.
How'd you get here?
He says.
Who are you?
He says.
Ooh!
He says.
We're the same thing!
No. We are not.
I say,
My fangs glistening
In the moonlight.
There is no time for him
To think
To know
To worry
To scream
As I sink
My fangs
Into the pulse
Of his delicious delicate neck.
I finally release my hold.
A spec of blood
Dribbles from my mouth.
My tongue darts
To catch the fallen ruby.
My voice
Is gruff and menacing
As I say,
"Who's next?"
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