She sucks the last drop of blood
Out of his open vein
He sings in vain
A tune to ease
The pain
His arm drops unconscious
She hovers over the wound
She sucks the last drop of blood
Then fly in hurry to escape
His trembling fingers
Searching in anger
For the stinging spot
To scratch
He is still delirious
In last night fever
Of passion
Of drinks
Of brain cells retiring.

She sucks the last drop of blood
And leaves.

June 28, 2017