at the party,
under the mistletoe,
when we first met,she took a bite
out of my
cheek,
feigning a kiss,
ala
Sylvia Plath,
i yelped
placing my hand
on the fresh
wound.
the blood ran down
my face
as she laughed.
it was the beginning
of something,
something strange
and beyond
understanding.
how long
could this possibly last?
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