Bloody Poetry from Lily Childs - February Femme Fatale

February Femmes Fatales - February 20th
This is my final inclusion in the FFF showcase (having been told off for calling my pieces 'fillers'!)

It's the penultimate poem, and is something I wrote some time ago. I like the exchange of life-force, the shift of power - wrong or right.

Wipe your blades dry, let them glisten - clean. All the better to reflect your fine - and oh so white - teeth.

La Sanguinette by Lily Childs

I am humble.
A bumbling fool
to your decadence.

Spread yourself out
before me.
Let an old soul
eek out its
wanton breath
at the sight of you.

Splay your fine limbs
in deviant poses.
I’ll cover you
in roses
red.

A boy to a woman
of centuries, slave.
Seeking young blood
to swell your veins.

I took my fair share
on the journey.

I’m tired,
so very tired.
I want you -
as always
but
there’s only one way.

Begging to taste
you accede
on my terms.
The exchange begins.
I drink of you
one last time.

Tears spill
to wash you clean.
Your body flails.
It spasms, it kicks.
Spines and spikes
pierce your curvature,
pricking you dead
in sweet sacrifice.

My mouth, drips
scarlet.
I lick your life away.
My skin, pale
shines bright.
Revitalized.
It blooms, and it’s pink.

And me, I’m
the youth
I used to be.

Looking for fools

and brimming with hunger.

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Bio:

Lily Childs is a writer of dark fiction and horror. Her stories have been published in several small press anthologies including Their Dark Masters; Extreme Vampire Horror, Daily Bites of Flesh 2011 and Caught By Darkness. You can read more dark fiction and poetry here on her blog Lily Childs' Feardom, where her demons dance in tutus.

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