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 Apr 2016 Kathy Ong
Ana S
Breath
 Apr 2016 Kathy Ong
Ana S
Everyone breaths until they die
Silly
Human
Close
Your
Eyes
...
The life of a human
Watch for her fangs,
She digs deep into your throat
Tearing quick through flesh
Like two needles into wool
Easily and noiselessly

Your skin fires to a new sensation,
You then hear angels sing,
Loved ones humming,
A soothing melody like in a cave
Echoes dying out farther

And so you let your eyelids down
To see with the mind,
Cheerful faces and white gowns
Standing around a milky fountain,
Overflowing onto the snowy floor

Streaming slowly into a little pool
Lying in it, the white queen
Visible, the smooth skin on her thighs,
Appearing briefly as she turns,
You swallow hard and loud

Her long white hair falls on the shoulders,
And just enough to cover the twin deer
But not what your mind can see
The perfect curve lines running around them
Appearing soft like cotton candy

She raises her hand, grabbing yours
Pulling you slowly into the milky pool
Letting you sit between her legs
As your back rests in her chest,
Your skin rubbing smoothly against hers,
Wrapping her arms around you

Your head rests on one shoulder
Her mouth close to your ear,
A gentle whisper, hissing lightly,
Steadily calming your heart beat

You feel the warmth of her breath,
Like steam from a cup of hot coffee
Moisturizing the skin on your neck
A point when it all freezes

The humming stops,
Fountain freezes along with the stream
And suddenly, a prickle like,
Sharp and intense,
But only for a second

Then time runs again,
A single drop of red,
Splashing into the snowy pool,
Slowly, it appears to dissolve
But fades not

And suddenly, a rumbling
Sweeping through like a wave
A moment when all changes

Many black cloaks surrounding
Red spreads quickly from the tiny drop
Filling up the pool, into the little stream,
Then the floor, and lastly the fountain

Her long hair now looks deep red
The air smells dead, metallic
Her breath and flesh, cold
She howls, flashing her fangs
And the shadows cheer

The vampire queen!!!
blankets by villains
glowing beauty wrapping her fangs...
not specifically vampires...
 Apr 2016 Kathy Ong
Liana
Tell me how it sunk in your chest. The thought of them coming home. How history is constantly repeating itself. Dragging you back to the person you used to be. How distance is only a number. That the difference between here and there is a single letter. How every time they leave is like a weight tied to your feet. Slowly drifting to the bottom. How the darkness consumes you. Your heart being shoved back in your face and you're too blind to see it.
Love and desire, two different ways to ignite the fire.
The purpose of life is not to live.
It is to find an interesting way to die.
When you ask why over and over, this is the answer you get.

— The End —