Oh So Many Vampires

If you missed this morning’s prompts post, I’m responding to Sexy Blood Suckers.

For today’s images I tried to cut a Nosferatu filter inspired by the 1922 movie in which the first vampiric fangs were shown on camera. Though my filter isn’t exactly recognizable I like the resulting photographs. in the mirrorworld.

OctPoWriMo 2023:Facing Our Fears

Your
bite brings
blood to the
surface like my
bite brings juice to the flesh of a ripe fruit

And the gushing sweetness heightens pleasure
like a racing
pulse pressures
one to
blush

Your
bite leaves
a bruise like
a dropped apple
left to age; its skin turns brown like dried blood

It’s also Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub and the prompt word is “fold.” So today, I offer a second poem:

The Tightest Fold

When I fold into
your warmth
I never want to
leave, or move
or breathe out
of sync with your breath
or hear my heartbeat
over yours
When I fold into
your safety
its where I want to stay
and be still
while in-folding

Writober 2023

Wanting to Be Seen

They all stilled and listened, shifting uncomfortably in the confined space. They had been waiting for hours since darkness fell, and finally they heard footsteps on the stairs. A growl began from the crisper.

“Be quiet,” said Nerqui, taking charge. She’ll hear you, and may not open the door. He heard her slipper shuffling across the kitchen linoleum. “Get ready. Okay, now!”

The refrigerator door opened and they all showed their long claws and sharp fangs. But the expected scream in terror, the rush of tasty fear never came. Her eyes were barely open and she reached right through them as if they weren’t even there, grabbed the piece of cheesecake on the plate covered in plastic wrap on the top shelf and went to the counter. She took off the plastic wrap and shoved the front corner of the piece in her mouth. She kept shoving, barely chewing, making happy noises, muttering something and then shoving more in.

“Nerqui, what is going on? We don’t understand. Where’s our meal of terror. The late night snack fridge attack is usually a sure thing.”

“I know. I’m not sure, but I think I’ve heard of this. It’s rare but I think she’s a somnambulist with SRED,” said Nerqui sounding intrigued, and not scared like the rest of them.

“And in real language.”

“Oh, yeah, I think she’s asleep,” said Nerqui.

“You have got to be kidding. She got up, came down stairs, opened the fridge and is eating in her sleep? We didn’t even scare her enough to wake her up? Nerqui, we’re hungry. We’ve been waiting hours. Where can we go get a meal in a hurry.”

The woman finished her cheesecake and licked her fingers over and over for a while, then put the plate in the sink.

“Be quiet, she’s coming back. Get ready,” said Nerqui. “Now!”

They all bared their claws and hissed and growled, baring their sharp fangs. They all could have sworn she looked right at them.

She closed the refrigerator door.