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Nov 2017
When the moon touched her skin
She’d glowed
I’ve never seen an angel

Behold
I couldn’t move
Was I frozen out of fear? No

In an instant our eyes met
I could tell they were lifeless, empty, bleak
So badly wanting life, to be loved, to be free
I’ve seen these eyes, their just like mine

When our lips touched I could tell she hadn’t kiss a man in decades
I should’ve known I was in trouble
God they were ghostly cold

I pressed my hands against her breast, stale no heartbeat
Is this death

But as I looked into her eyes
I felt as though it was a reflection of my mine

Rested my hands on her dress, tugging at it
As she sunk her teeth into my neck
And I didn’t try to run or reject

Is this what it feels like, to bring someone else back to life
She finally pulled away I could tell I was ****** dry

And as the clouds started fading into the moon
I knew this was our last goodbye
We gazed at each other
Tears in her eyes

She regretted the need to feed
I can tell she hated
I too had to die
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devante moore  24/M
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