Monday 5 February 2018

Vampire Crossing by Sheila Ash

I gorge on their succulent and juicy flesh
To satisfy my thirst
And live another night

To fly free with the wind
Across the campos and barrios
Till daybreak’s repose.

I hunt alone
Stalking the mean streets of Tijuana
Waiting for them to slip

Down the desolate desperate alley cuts
To a home which never comes.
Instead my gift -

a bloodied oblivion
Or deliverance to the Lord of the Eternal Night.

5th February, 2018

© Sheila Ash, 2018

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