Spike

You wonder why
I behave like a man.
Can’t you remember I was one before? 
You’re frightened of human feelings
in the bloodsucker’s body.
Now.
I have no other choice
than to arouse pity.
So that one dawn
I do not wake up feeling
the spike stuck in my heart,
which is insensible anyway.


© W. Donovan

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