Stale mate

Come to me
she whispered
black lips dripping
with blood

I need you

Come to me
she said
I have time available
at ten o’ clock

Does that suit you?

Come to me
she yelled
red fangs flaring
with unsavoured flesh

I want you

He looked up from his newspaper
Okay he said
let me finish the obituaries first

I’ve storybirded this poem:

5 thoughts on “Stale mate

  1. Stephen

    Oh… dark and twisty… love it. Especially the last twist… sort of leaves me with a whole different image of two old people role playing… and makes me smile

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