It’s been weeks
since I last drank
fresh blood
from a human vein.
Not being a monster
is more difficult
than I’d expected.
My wanting pushes
against my skull
until it hurts
just to blink.
Across the table
my lady sits,
hands grip the wood
between us
until shards break off
and fly through the air.
“We can’t do this,”
she says, teeth clenched.
“We must,”
I say, throat dry.
We’ve made a pact
not to hunt,
to see if we can
turn off our beasts,
and just be
in love,
but I’m not sure
what we love more,
each other
or
the killing.
~Drake
since I last drank
fresh blood
from a human vein.
Not being a monster
is more difficult
than I’d expected.
My wanting pushes
against my skull
until it hurts
just to blink.
Across the table
my lady sits,
hands grip the wood
between us
until shards break off
and fly through the air.
“We can’t do this,”
she says, teeth clenched.
“We must,”
I say, throat dry.
We’ve made a pact
not to hunt,
to see if we can
turn off our beasts,
and just be
in love,
but I’m not sure
what we love more,
each other
or
the killing.
~Drake