it was late on this particular night. i was out looking for my usual kind. in dark alleyways and crummy streets. strictly preying on useless life.

then to the morgue, past the graveyard, i’m heading downtown.

the boulevard lights keep blinding my eyes so i duck into the first place i find…

so full of warmth, so fucking bright, i gotta shield my eyes. i pull the shades from my coat pocket and let em rest on my ears. i grab a seat and bury my face in a drink and feel the haze wash over me.

from one corner where you hover, caught with the edge of my vision. float to me like a ghost.

{later}

of course i wore glasses the whole time. i’ve never needed vision of that kind. i can see your body’s alive like a serpent.