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: http://storybird.com/books/stale-mate/

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