Red Wine Interlude
Red was her preference in wine and white her preference in lies.
Leaving the apartment once more, naked of her conscience,
she descends eloquently from the stairs with her diamonds
glistening like the stars in the heavens on this sultry
August night. With each step, her stiletto heels pop on the
wooden steps marking again the exit of the Queen of the night.
Languid in thought but lusty in purpose she stalks the streets
hungry for her prey. Prowling like a lioness, her hidden desires
move her to seek out the nourishment she so desperately needs.
Wanton and yet weary, she travels the road to her resurrection.
"Excuse me sir," is all it takes.
With a turn of his head and the exposure of his neck, she strikes
like the viper she is. Sinking her fangs deep into the
carotid artery sucking her sustenance and his life's blood,
drinking it down like the deep red wine she adores.
He gasps and then falls slowly to the ground.
"Thank you my love," she whispers through her crimson lips.
" I was so thirsty and you were so ripe."
Kathy Lockhart
6/8/07
Short story by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2007-06-09 at 05:21
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