vampire!!!

Vampire.

Is that what I am?

The word sounds like nails on chalk board in my head.

It tastes vile on my tongue.

But it's true

In my heart.

For every shadow

Feels like home.

Every whisper is sharp and clear

In my ears.

Every crow

Is now my friend.

While every other creature

Will not come near me.

Even the trees are repulsed

By me, by what I am.

I feel on fire

When the sun shines on me.

The pain seers.

And my tears burn.

The End

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