Vampire obsessional

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Written by Catherin J Pascal Dunk

I used to linger in the town
hopeful to see
that big grey cloak.

You bit me, once or twice
but I’m not shy.

And now it’s your blood I’m after:
the throughways of your life
the venous passementerie
the bronchial tar pits.

Just call me —
your pocket monster.

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  1. ‘Passementerie’ what a wonderful French word for the braided web, tassels and filigree of our circulation system. So surprising and fresh! Thank you, Catherine.

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