A conversation today with Sue has reminded me of something in many ways I would rather forget. However as always never be afraid to embrace the thorn.

I once wrote a number of variations, all seperate "poems" called Vampire after the end of a particular relationship.

This is the sixth version and with it a very different prespective although the expression is purely a personal one and is too long to fully explain.

Vampire (6)

Nebulous blue
drags broken nails down aged walls.

Grey skinned and hollow eyed
the body is slain, abandoned to dust.

No brazen castle. No coffin bearers
to keep out the bright beams of day

but a book of rest
to be read in memorial of the dead.