Felicia

15

"Summer Vampire"

I’m the summer vampire,
who hides within her curtained room,
and hisses at the scorching fire
that sneaks between each lit dust plume.

From my cavern, only sounds
Of clicking, clacking keys come forth,
My dark spirit shall make its rounds
To suck sad tales behind closed doors.

Often, I smooth silky prose
Of dancing in a sunlit bath.
But when, my outdoor blackbird crows,
I squint outside, and then I laugh.