Blood Bank Poem by Phil Soar

Blood Bank



Nosferatu hangs around
Until the evening calls
Then flies off to a blood bank
His memory recalls
Drinking from the veins of those
Who lie in bed in sweet repose
Until they wake with such a fright
They've given blood throughout the night

Thursday, May 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: horror
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