Drink

There will be blood, I said
on the great platform, a flute full,
from your vein
in a flute
like wine
I'll drink.
Into you.
My breath sinks and rises like fumes of insence
mixes with the scent.
A tablet of rat-kill they left out for me.
But to be a rat it takes supreme care and precision.
Practice till there is no difference between me and it.

just scuttering in the street way as ogers of odd sizes make up the sea and the sky I float on.
Till I reach your throne
and sink in my teeth and
change back to who I am
A blood-sucking power hungry merciless
woman.
My eyes are red from insomnia and the rage of my past
the sky is red from my tears.
The graveyard has my sunken footprints that
don't fill up in the rain.
And the flowers will not dry on your grave.
Your memory will never fade.
It will always be just yesturday when you sat
where I sit.
Your face sparkling with the secptical smile.
Secptical is what power makes you, but I am yet to find that out!
Your blood was like the sweetest wine.. the elixir
that the soul dreamed of
my sweet victim,
Do not cry,
your voice is in the darkness..