Lust Thirsty
Bitten by the mosquito
on the porch
that summer night
I didn’t resist the little-
vampire
A lonely anesthetic lived within me
I hate giving blood,
but
love the anticipation
of pain
Satisfied
with its easy thievery,
Flying into the depths of the sky
Lost among its doubles
Equal
and identical
in every way
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