Sin After Sin: A Poetry Adventure

by Frank Atanacio

More 22 The Vampire stood at a viewpoint gazing at the stars, they were utterly still–cold, harsh light without earth’s atmosphere to make it twinkle, nuclear explosion nearly destroyed the earth several years ago, and now the images are left unperturbed, never to feed, no one to bleed, now traveling seemingly through space, looking, haunting, remembering he doesn’t die, no cure, nothing pure, only to endure, the Vampire’s cry.

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Published May 17, 2018