But I digress--
To fully comprehend, we must flash
backward
to a lonely room, a twilight ago
Dark
Quiet at first listen
Motionless on the bed
stiff arms of stone
heavy, folded across a ribcage
that rises and falls because it must
The quiet melts away
replaced by the muffled sirens in the night
stirred up by the moonlit covens of
sunless revelers
Replaced by shrieks and moans
of an faux-orgasmic former virgin a floor below
willingly ravaged by the eighteen-year-old vampire--
A thousand former virgins won't slake his thirst
Replaced by the sound of time
Torturous
eternal
time measured in eons
Left alone with thoughts
that sink into the mind like
elongated canines in the jugular
And then--the sun--
At last, sleep...
