she has
two small puncture wounds
on her neck
no reflection
in the mirror
we only meet at night
i have never
seen her eat

i would be suspicious
but
it is just nice
to be wanted
to be paid attention to
to feel as if i exist

or it was

last night
i told her
i was falling for her
she made a face
then an excuse
then burst
into a cloud of bats
and left

her friend renfield
texted me this morning
to assure me
it wasn’t me
it was her
seems
it was one thing
to waste an entire life
with the wrong person
but a whole different thing
to waste eternity
as well