by Christopher Reilley

Created on: July 16, 2008

Vampire's Surviving Victim

Scrying eyes and questions
Hurled with feigned urgency,
A crush of reporters in gaggle
Thread the story to their liking.

She sits broken,
Eyes crushed by sunlight
Allowing the legal system
To push her along.

A story like hers
Decried as fantastic -
Monsters do not exist
In a rational world.

Her crimes begin at murder,
A charred husk of a body
She openly admits to burning
Distanced from its head by three feet.

Oak, carved sharp and slim
Needs force to be removed from her grip
No force exists that could remove
The pain from her soul

Hers senses are filled
With the taste of salty, melted pennies
Coppery and filled with life.
She begs them to close the blinds.

The thirst that is her hunger
Rages out of control
So she follows suit,
Breaking men as easily as rules.

The sun sets on her normal, placid life
Evening kiss brings torment, pain and escape.
Broken glass and headlong flight.
From this night forward she owns terror

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