Dark Secrets

As I lie in bed
Ideas still awake in my head
He silently slithered through the crack in my door
His eyes admitting his troubles and horrors
He slowly examined my body at rest
Deviously deciding which part looks best
He places himself my body in terror
As he bit, sucked, and had his fill
He left the room; quiet and still
with the small reminder of his dark and itchy thrill
Damn masquito
-Ashley Browning


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