I Bite…

She could not speak. Warm blood pulsated in my mouth. Cascading over my rigid tongue, to soothe my burning throat. “Heavenly,” I thought. As I ripped through her porcelain skin. Tearing through the springy flesh that tried so desperately to keep. I slit the throat with razor, sharp teeth. Staining them with her crimson flow….

Bad Blood: Under the Harvest Moon

    I was a happy hippie. Sitting on the edge of the world, with nothing to hold me back. Drowning away my sorrows in the smoke of liberty. Dancing to the beat of my own drums, while singing with the winds. Until I was bitten one glorious night; on the edge of reason now….