Shelter

A place to stay

It was like yesterday
when I met this vampire and
nearly moved in with him.
He offered a place to stay.
He drank from me for 24 hours
leaving me in a dream-like state.

I still see those teeth
and the shinny bald head.

I was amazed at how
he controlled that dog of his,
too amazed to notice how I
slipped into some trance
from which I might never
have awoken.

Somehow I escaped
without a scar -
I can barely find the puncture
wounds – it seems like it
was just a dream.

For a while there
he followed me -
no it wasn't my imagination,
others told me
they saw him
following me.
I'm not sure why
he gave up
some time ago.

By Bruce Whealton – April 2009

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