vampyros

I've got a little bodily beauty nectar left. Like, a dram's worth (?) With my superior vena cava, I try to push it up to my facial plane to inveigle choice students, the occasional stranger (as one does), and this one friend-of-friend whose opinion counts for too much.

I can feel it leaving me and leaching into the earth via my former ballerina's feet...and occasionally, the moon (I thought it was my friend) takes a de trop whiff and then rolls out and away.

When this is all said+done, I will remain a beachyhead pebble, a rabbit footprint, or a five-leaf clover.

fell on 2023-09-20 at 6:52 p.m.

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