she prowled
slowly into the club
with her teeth showing
and walked around the dancefloor
long black hair
fell on her shoulders
like dirt onto a coffin
what gets buried
will unbury itself
when it gets hungry
long black eyes
fell on my weak demeanor
like a desperate hunter seeking easy prey
what gets bled to death
comes back to life
when it gets hungry
partly
because i prefer the night
partly
because i want to live forever
mostly
because i am lonely and insecure
i approached her
with my neck exposed
hoping she would want a bite
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