Vampire

My eyes are dry. Wish I could cry the tears. My throat is tight. Wish I could speak the words.
My eyes are open. Wish I could see your face. My throat is bared. Wish I could feel your teeth...
biting and making the pain disappear.

My eyes are dry. But I cry through every breath I take.
My throat is tight. But I tell you everything through my eyes.

And not a word of it should be spoken.

-Rachel Johnson, 1993

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The Contortionist is a private literary publication by Fish Hook Press.
© Rachel Green, 2001

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