Supernatural Friday: The Crimson Rush

Enjoy my original poem, "The Crimson Rush," but please do not copy it and paste it elsewhere, share the link instead so others may enjoy it. It is copyrighted to me.

The Crimson Rush

By

Pamela K. Kinney

So much red;

Delicious, lip-smacking

Liquid,

I want it

No, need it.

The fountain of life

Beneath the flesh,

Beckoning,

Taunting,

Calling me,

Until,

I can’t help it

But sink fang

Into the softness

Drinking;

Rush of crimson,

Of daylight and life.

Leaving a husk

Behind,

Flying off

To sleep

The addiction off.