
I didn’t ask to be made a vampire.
This high up, I didn’t ask to transpire,
it all started, as what I know now, as a Ponzi scheme!
Now, on top of a skyscraper,
I’m about to go back down to ground level.
I'm too far in and I can't get out...
then, there’s more doubt,
now, I’m forced to be a blood sucker.
Their smell lures me in,
I know it’s a bloody sin.
I’m intoxicated, especially by O positive.
A huge eagle swooped down, grabbing me off the top of the skyscraper,
he flew me to a desert,
where there was not a human being in sight…
for miles and miles.
So this was my escape…
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (6)
Amazing escape!!. I think eagle will have a hard time carrying me🤣 He should have dropped you in the woods... A better place to escape 😌
Ooh, that eagle must have some serious opinions on ethical dining!
I think it's interesting that 38% of the population is O + and can donate to only + blood types, whereas O - is a universal donor to all blood types.
Oh, there's an escape all right... the desert is sandiest next to the ocean
I love a good vampire poem! Now the vampire can’t escape! 😍
I have the same problem with my lycanthropic pastime.