We are born without teeth
yet, instinctively bite
peach lips forming circles
around fingers,
I remember the first bite,
he was pale and wore dusty
jeans. He came into my
bedroom, offering wine
he had laced with crushed
pills, unknowing that
to me his skin was laced
with ecstasy
the numbers mount up
in the same way they
fade, days disappearing
when a calendar turns,
memories are meant to
etch themselves into
our bones, but I realised
that it was blood, blood
that preserved our former
selves, each drop a day,
each mouthful a moment,
they think I bite out of
spite, out of fury and
rage
but I am merely a collector
of moments that do not
belong to me, a predator
of the passage of time
I am gluttonous, I admit
but feeding on men that
prey on women does not
seem like greed,
I remember....
the night I was bitten.
He was tall and tattooed,
I liked his shoes,
***** flowing like water,
clear, crystal water
purifying (I thought)
until it hit my brain
paralysing all thought
and then...
Hell moved inside me,
a self-gratifying demon,
inked with a dragon,
as gunless as I
was Godless
I bite these men now,
these haters of women,
who **** and drink and dare
to slip a finger in,
I am reflection -
less and yet I know
what a mirror would show
about me,
the exit left of the battered
woman, who dared to change
her set, her scenery, her script
no, I am not ashamed of the
blood I take, but I am not
an animal who kills
for sport, for fun, for food
I am vengeful, I am every woman
sick of settling for less,
I am that woman you pitied
then despised,
I am that girl on a cold
bedroom floor, reborn
with fangs
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 2:32 PM UTC
We are born without teeth
yet, instinctively bite
peach lips forming circles
around fingers,
I remember the first bite,
he was pale and wore dusty
jeans. He came into my
bedroom, offering wine
he had laced with crushed
pills, unknowing that
to me his skin was laced
with ecstasy
the numbers mount up
in the same way they
fade, days disappearing
when a calendar turns,
memories are meant to
etch themselves into
our bones, but I realised
that it was blood, blood
that preserved our former
selves, each drop a day,
each mouthful a moment,
they think I bite out of
spite, out of fury and
rage
but I am merely a collector
of moments that do not
belong to me, a predator
of the passage of time
I am gluttonous, I admit
but feeding on men that
prey on women does not
seem like greed,
I remember....
the night I was bitten.
He was tall and tattooed,
I liked his shoes,
***** flowing like water,
clear, crystal water
purifying (I thought)
until it hit my brain
paralysing all thought
and then...
Hell moved inside me,
a self-gratifying demon,
inked with a dragon,
as gunless as I
was Godless
I bite these men now,
these haters of women,
who **** and drink and dare
to slip a finger in,
I am reflection -
less and yet I know
what a mirror would show
about me,
the exit left of the battered
woman, who dared to change
her set, her scenery, her script
no, I am not ashamed of the
blood I take, but I am not
an animal who kills
for sport, for fun, for food
I am vengeful, I am every woman
sick of settling for less,
I am that woman you pitied
then despised,
I am that girl on a cold
bedroom floor, reborn
with fangs
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