leech heart

do you want me both before and after you find out what i’m made of?
a creature waiting to inhale your soul
i construct the parameters of my hunger
keep things acceptable
safe, sane, lovable lunacies.
my tender leech heart and your curious blood stained fingertips
sanskrit translations in my notes app after sex
seven thousand stars spinning around my head
you ask me how to make it through like this
how to become a monster
all i do is soak up truth
so here’s how to become a succubus:
be disgusting, monstrous
hunger, hunger some more, google phlebotomy and if blood is supposed to taste sweet in its metallic layers
then intimacy and whether un-seaming a lover with your eyes is standard practice
you reach your hand in my chest and i take a step back
but my eyes go pink with one taste