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My Mother's Daughter

This night, I only smiled. My face a cherub's joy. I, my mother's daughter, sought to sate my hunger. What life might I slaughter? This night, I only smiled. Blood-red, my spewing lips, luscious from the fresh kill, dripping with newborn life and careful not to spill. This night, I only smiled. A daughter of the night, my mother's precious pride, delicate and refined. Dracula's latest bride. This night, I only smiled. Not heard, but only seen. Quiet and lady-like in heels, hat, and white gloves, contriving my next strike.

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 11/10/2024 6:22:00 PM

Hi Linda,, I call this poem, really thinking outside the box. For me, i am nailed to the cross of harsh reality. So I appreciate people like you. You add sice to life, Pangie.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 10/31/2024 10:27:00 PM

I love this poem. It is Halloween tonight. I'm thrilling to your words. Thank you for the Scare.

Paul Bell

Date: 10/31/2024 9:39:00 AM

You can see why guys succumb to womanly ways. The mere smile, high heels, yes please bite me there. I'll be on my guard tonight now.

Linda Alice Fowler
Date: 10/31/2024 9:51:00 AM

So dainty - and deadly. ;) Thanks Paul. Be on the look out (BOLO), tonight especially! :)