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Pig's Blood

motioning me with her dripping fingers wet with the life of pigs never been fond on blood sausage, myself she licks her hand and denies  her vampiric heritage insisting she is German though she is darker than Germans and comes from Translyvania I have seen those who pretend with their dark hair, dark clothes, pale skin, teeth filed into points the reality is so much less conspicuous hence so much more mysterious Where have all the Translyvanians gone? Have you ever heard someone honestly declare they are one? Prejudice forcing them out of their positions changing their names, leaving their homelands she sits and betrays herself  by the glimmer behind her nearly black eyes licking her fingertips in between kneading the blood into intestines

Copyright © June 2000 Jillian K Sorenson


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