Once more
I crawl
Into the crypt
To face Him.
Knowing
I will be
Baring my arm
For Dracula.
My hands are
White knuckling
And my body is
Approaching
"Fight or flight" mode.
An alcoholic towel
Is wiped
Over an area
Dracula will sink
His tooth
Into.
A sharp pain
Announces
His feeding
Upon my blood.
Mercifully
Only one tube
And not
The usual 3-4 tubes.
Therisa © 2016
Author's note: Written on the subway, during the ride home, today.
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