Content Warning: Gore, Death

You love to play games,

hiding under the bed

waking me up with pretty fangs in my neck


Have you been waiting all these years 

Carmilla, my dear? 

i knew you before light,

before time

something ungodly promised 

you would be mine


Angel of the tiniest death,

leaving me shaking and struggling for breath

how can someone so soft – sensitive,

completely transform after sunset?


If heaven won’t have you than they’re nothing holy,

this creature or demon has shown me more love

than anything given by those up above


Hold my still-beating heart in your hands 

i beg you

i will drink every drop of your poison

and thank you for it

Lucia Lane

The author Lucia Lane

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