#definitelydead

I Loved Her

The flawless façade was still flawless. Glossy, cruel, but genuinely luminous. We a  couple in effort. Please the slightest silver touch. This woman was my lenient snarl, luminous in red. Gosh. 

Impossible

The former Viking couldn’t simply bargain for the lamest invention: a child of the night. He had the gall to love a friend, to untell  what happens to vampires. To clean.

Second Thoughts

I stop  to think. The queen trailing. I take off the vampire face. Knowing the routine, I included a straight pin. The queen  would just be punch-drunk, irresistible. It was the fairy blood.

“We Love Her Teeth”

Teeth. More teeth. Fangs plentiful-though-crooked. Queen        queen          queen        queen          Queen. When she died, wore  her eyelash-scented neck.

Without You I’d Eat It All Probably Though

whipped reckless butterscotch stuck stuck in questing  silence us subdued us confused as  melted butter fangs out I  triggered pretty secret pinpricks a rare new safety we leaned against each other

The Plan

Drained, bound with silver, the sun silver, possessed the queen chuckled.  I knew heartbreak, weak. I bargained. Agreed. We would drain the best night, flee the days’ ash. I had happened brightly.

Please

That the shape-shifter had claws tipped in rage his teeth altered to seven feet long be grateful I called to cats: close my eyes to his excited care

When I Discovered My Worth

I was smiling awash had been emptied

the two of us guessing our captors a brawling city battered, grabbing a contradiction go go go we had completely

turned off