Creature

You've embraced the sort of life
Someone without a shadow has.
You rise at dusk and sleep at dawn.
Your face is now devoid of color,
Pale and ghastly, very like those
Creatures in the horror shows.
Your eyes are sunken, ringed with
Last night's makeup and your lips
Are frighteningly red. I don't
Believe you thrive on blood.
When I went clubbing nights
With you, you favored uppers
Mixed with brandy, canapes
And little else. Nobody's said
Your bed's a coffin, but if I found
Out it was, considering the way
You live, I wouldn't be surprised.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2020-09-17 at 00:36

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