by Writer

You think you’re sly. 

Hidden in the shadows. 

Tucked under my subconscious. 

Mirrored glass hasn’t fooled me. 

But it has. 

You crept up when I was comfortable. 

And you fucking bit me. 

Your venomous fangs slipped in into numbed skin. 

Under my radar. 

I had no time to prepare.

No guard to be set. 

The coldness presses through my veins. 

Blood like molasses. 

I’m stunned. 

I’m moving and talking in slow motion. 

You think you’re sly.

Hidden in the shadows. 

Well you are.