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Vampire Pot Pie
by Kristina WoodhillI'm not sorry
I bore you
That I found a way
To bury my ghosts
Or at least keep them
In my own personal
Patiently waiting plot
While you snoop
Close to hand,
Feeling for your next impersonal thrill
Something to chill that hopped up
Arterial demanding “Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!”
I'm not your hammer lady
Your needle pusher
Your ridiculous deadliest catch
Open-the-damned-hatch mistress;
I can be a shark
But I'll not shed any teeth
On your account;
Your attempts to net
Words that have sunk
To the lowest of bottoms
Bore me
And
I'm not sorry
10/27/2013
Posted on 10/27/2013
Copyright © 2025 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/29/13 at 01:38 PM Love the title Kris. I sense a certain amount of anger in this nicely constructed piece, a vampire roar perhaps? in all of this, but with the ending I'm not quite sure. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 10/29/13 at 10:08 PM This packs quite a punch - it slams. I've noticed a shift of tone in your last several postings - I'm liking it (which, of course, is not to say I don't like your pre-shift poems). |
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