Portrait of a Modern Vampire

“The Count was clearly a fair-minded man. Anyone who didn’t think so deserved to die.” ~ Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett

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Your blood means little
to him, fear and praise are food.
Starve his vanity—
make him choke on your backbone,
drown his madness with your truth.

His mirrors spew fibs
he spreads like Agent Orange.
Give him no access—
protect your yard with knowledge,
fight what lies in the gas! GAS!

His mirror spews fibs.

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for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Vampire’s Day Soirée.

by Anna Kulakovskaja
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Under Her Breast

The brilliant, sexy (and extremely modest) witchy woman hosting the Sunday Mini-Challenge: Carpe Jugulum, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited everyone to craft a new poem that speaks of their thoughts/feelings on the following Terry Pratchett quote: “Don’t trust the cannibal just ’cos he’s usin’ a knife and fork!” And because I always listen to my delightful self *giggles-infused-cackles*, I accepted the challenge. 😉 Here is my Carpe Jugulum inspired poem. I will also link this piece to Holly’s Vampire’s Day Soirée.

“Under Her Breast”

Every heart fell
for the silver in his tongue,
for a mouth that licked minds
dazed
before sinking teeth into flesh;

every heart
but the one under her breast.

She had tasted
the fakery that oozed
out of the shine in his eyes,
watched him sign contracts
with the blood of shackled sheep,
while sitting on the backs
of the choice-robbed
and the enthralled.

She had wondered
if any of them would ever see
the muck that stuck to his bones,
the worms that rotted the hollows
that should’ve housed a soul;

will they sense the incubus
under the wealth-made halo,
or has he sucked all the marrow
out of their future and wits?

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The Crimson Messenger, by Kristof Corvinus“The Crimson Messenger”, by Kristof Corvinus