*This is a creative poetry piece by Cecilia Ruvinsky*
A monster that looked like me slashed my throat
and licked my blood off of his claws
before it could drip onto the floor.
Funnily enough,
I didn’t feel a damn thing,
and I smiled as I watched him savor the taste of my voice.
Mother Mary, Athanasius, St. Paul –
come feast on what’s left over, mighty vampires –
render me mute and render me pale.
Nothing’s better than the love you steal
from that salmon river of ignorant adoration,
that cornucopia of blind allegiance.
Go, my Nuncio, tell them what I have to offer,
all the fallen eyelashes and tender childish screams,
and see if we can barter.
I have a feeling they’ll take me for all I’ve got,
but jokes on them because I never had much at all –
the monster that looked like me took it all away.