Dear Nosferatu
a poem
Dear Nosferatu
we’re different kinds of vampires, you and I —
clad in black, I stalk
the kitchen at night, trace the purple
circles around my eyes, evidence of
evening activities held alone
under shadows cast
from a sort of candlelight vigil
for comfort, fangs sharpened
for enemies only
you’re the kind that sucks girls dry
just to live another day — you led me astray
into woods that weakened my wonder
and left me weary, but
worst of all, I opened up my neck
to you just for the chance to feel
loving lips
explore that tender skin, but
you were interested in
my carotid
and I only felt teeth
itching to incessantly impale
until I turned greyscale
just like you, shadow dweller— licking lacerations
like a laudanum fiend, you leeched
off of me, so desperate to keep
puncturing for pint after pint
that your fever broke too late to notice
that I was already undead
in your uncaring arms



I'm a hopeless romantic for vampire poetry. This is so beautifully and evocatively written 🥺