A Servant’s Love
His red eyes, glaring through his pristine glasses,
Angry at the one who woke him.
The girl, cowering in fear of his anger,
Tries to run and hide,
But fails.
His face, drawing closer and closer,
Gives way into a sly smile.
He touches the girl’s arms
Slowly, carefully,
As if he’s studying them.
The girl’s face is contorted with fear,
Then the man bites into her skin,
His fangs easily breaking into her skin.
After a while, she tries to get up,
But he pushes her down and says,
“You pitiful human. You’d best know your place.”
He licks the remaining specks of blood,
And then gets up, obviously satisfied.
He walks away, picking up a book,
Acting like nothing had happened.
An Artist
An artist
Screams at her own painting,
Then
Claws her way out of their
Grasp on her,
Sickness bubbling in her
Throat,
Sucking away
Her
Creativity.
Clouds
Clouds,
Beautiful clouds.
Stay with me,
For you are the only one to understand my
World.
A world full of darkness and
Despair.
A world covered in
Dark beauty that few can
Appreciate.
Cry with me.
Rage with me.
And be silent with me,
My friends.
Alexandra Dark is currently an English major at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque. Her favorite color is purple, and she loves oddities.