vampire is my baddest,
most lustful need;
my need for everything.
I grow sharper as I walk,
as I cut through little groves of
mirror yous, trying to withstand
it.
I become an amethyst
at first sight of
you, opening,
unraveling each sharp edge
Of the hedge of the
labyrinth whirling above our
heads.
I didn’t create this myth,
but I did begin it.
“Lilith”
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