Cauldron Anthology Issue 9: They Who Were Spurned cauldron9finalproof | Page 31

Leos
Lynn S ch m i dt
He sinks his teeth into me,
canines sharp like lions.
He could adjust,
could find the perfect vein that connects the artery,
could bite down,
and rip it out.
He knows this.
And so he does.
And I stand for thirty seconds,
blood seeping from neck to toe.
A flattering red ribbon dress,
perfectly accentuating my chest,
my thighs,
my life.
And I wonder,
was it worth it,
to have so much hope
that my toothbrush could rest beside his at night?
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