i am


created: 11-27-2005 
word count: 364

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neon sparkles
shining
a garish red
that splashes
across my face
like blood

i sit underneath
the sign
'over 18 only'
my mouth is
painted dark
red
a vampiress
waiting for
the kill

i set my eyes
on the
passing thing
a boy with
black hair
and a nice ass

i imagine the
feel of him
in me
between my
parted thighs
as blood drips
down
damp and shiny

what it would
be like
raking my nails
down his back
my mouth at his
throat
imagining what
it would be like
to taste him
but only smiling
against his
skin

i'm cold
so cold
i want to be
hot
i want the
world to
blur and disappear

fear ripples
through me
i am me
not a goddess
out for blood
i am nothing
i have blank doll
eyes and a
painted smile

i hold out my
hand and wait
until someone
takes it

she has
green eyes
that remind me
of a pond
stagnant in the
middle of
summer
her mouth is
clear and unpainted
her skin
is soft
her hand in
mine

i remember
dancing the
music blasting
in my ears
she brought
me a drink and
i swallowed it
coughing
she smiled at
me

she is lying
next to me
in a room
foreign to me
i don't remember
how i got here

her skin is a
whisper against
mine
she whispers in
my ear, 'you are.'

i am
i am
i am

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