Bath

Bath

A Poem by What happened to simple old me?

There's a dripping
from the tap,
can't you hear it, getting closer?
Where if you were to look you'd see. The
most delicate of blood.

You may say haemoglobin failed, I'd
say it didn't stand a chance. She used
her lust level too quick,
took steps only heading one short way.

And in the aftermath one said
it might have been nice
to have it cleaner; for she
whom left quick-flash that night
made her obsession only too clear.


© 2011 What happened to simple old me?


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an obsession with blood, something tells me this is about a Vampire........I am intrigued with this one. I read it several times and this obsession is what stands out to me......well penned

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What happened to simple old me?
What happened to simple old me?

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