He steps over dirty clothes, almost tripping on his way to her
Fumbling through the dingy, shadowed room
Everything in his eyes are spiraling, a swirling blur
His fangs sink into the flesh, savoring her lavender perfume
Out leaks blood, rosy like a scarlet plume
He laps it up, drunken breath ravage her neck

She can’t escape this man, not ever
No energy to kick, screech, attack
Trapped in his snaring, yet tender arms forever
He stands up, she looks up, sees his looming back
She was just his before dinner snack
Eyelids fall closed, hoping someone else is dessert