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Bloodlust by Chloe Gorman

Like a leech, he drained me.

Slowly at first, until he cut a wound so deep the life cascaded from me like a tsunami.

Bleeding. Dying.

A husk was all that was left.

An empty casket.

A body devoid of a soul.

You have made me a vampire.

Reanimated the dead.

Feverishly I hunt for you.

Desperate for your taste on my tongue.

Kiss me in the dark before the morning sun burns my skin.

Chloe Gorman is a copywriter, aspiring poet & author. Her poetry and fiction leans towards romantic, dark and gothic themes. She has an MA in Professional Writing from Falmouth University for which she received a distinction and is as yet unpublished. 

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