Her lips were stained red,
   Her bright smile, utter dread.
      Befitting a She-vampire,
         "But tis only Beetroot, Sire!"

She is alone
day after day-
night after night.
Alone between pages and
in between each pen stroke
are the secrets she
keeps to herself.
She'll tell them one day and
they will explode out of her
like the supernova
that she is.