Vampires in The Storm

Blood in the gutters, mixed with the leaves

Blood in the gutters
Mixed with the leaves
A group of broken tiles
Vampires have been hunting
Scooping up the needy
Off the streets
Like pale-skinned dragons
With strained electric eyes
Starved of treats
They drop them
From great heights
Onto rooftops
Breathe in deeply
And descend
This breed
Feasts straight on
The beating heart
Working at great speed
Incinerate the body
Like dry dead wood
Vanish into night
Leaving for days
An unspoken air
Of pitch black delight

James Lanternman writes movie reviews, essays, and moonlit thoughts. You can reach him at [email protected].

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