I can’t help but feel just a little guilty
for taking an innocent boy, or 5
and sucking their purity dry.
Yet I countinue to allow males to
hound me to the ends of the earth.
My heart is crumbling yet again,
and it’s turning black before my very eyes.
So instead of healing peacefully,
I check my inventory and I find a line of
men with their hopes held high
and their hearts even higher, waiting.
I pick one and give him the time of day.
I won’t ever love this hopeless thing,
but I am utterly in love with
the way he’s in love with me.
Feeling cold and heartless, I am a
monster praying on my bloody meal.
Empowered and on a pedestal,
so very far from insecure.
I am the object of desire
in so many hearts,
but I still feel so alone.
I am a succubus.