Vampire?A Poem by Alyssa BoydWas it a vampire?Her demon eyes,
her long gross yellow nails,
her screechy voice,
the way she bit me,
Vampire? Perhaps she was,
the damp scarlet blood,
pouring out of my pale neck,
the nerves creeping in me,
am i becoming a vampire? © 2010 Alyssa Boyd |
StatsAuthorAlyssa BoydBurtchville, MIAboutWell I'm far from normal. I like to be unique. I am in love with House of night novels, they are very addicting. My passions are poetry, photography, animals, and writing stories. Well when I'm older.. more..Writing
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