Thirst
Her marble teeth bit into her red stained lips.
Sharp edged, pearl daggers,
Stabbing tender flesh.
Red raindrops silently gushing out,
Dripping like the tick of a timer,
Into coffee scented recollections.
Blue eyes searched conniving,
Drinking in the unperturbed ambiance,
Of a foggy city's cafe.
The clank of teaspoons against saucers,
Tenderly washing out her ears.
Until the cling of a bell sneaked up on her;
Hairs jumping rabidly on her skin.
The dark silhouette approaching,
She let down her lustrous hair,
And at the moments touch,
Her pearl daggers and ravenous claws,
Exposed.
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