I hear a knock upon my door
Afore I open it, I know who you are.
I know why you’ve come
and what you’ll do
I stand and bare my thigh to you.
You snap the ampoule
suck up its venomous elixir
The silver hypo needle
it’s contents courses
though my body
A trickle of blood
seeps from my vein
the only trace of you
I sit upon the hard cold floor
watch you depart, shut the door.
From down here I can not fall
back slumped against the wall.
Yet I continue sinking in despair
Not a single soul to hear my prayer
As I sink my blood boils
At the sight of heinous, insidious gargoyles
With eyes like tempest swirling fast
I exhale this breath. . . Alas, my last!