Fall 2017 final digital.pdf


Nosferatu
Mario Stone

I lurk in the black
room with one frail light

naked like a moon

famished men with cadaver grins

and sickle fangs beg at her feet.

as they sink into her wrists.

into their mouths. Their black veins

glisten and throb, pulsing
through taut skin.
Their eyes blacken

as she lays her head back,

amber smoke.

I watch her and purse my lips, gently blowing 
strands of  silver curling in the black

stops as my words wrap
tight around her ankles and wrists.

and burns to gold. Her sweat
sweet mist as I kiss her. I feel her

pulse throb through her lips
as her eyes glow rose
and mine shine black.