watching vampire people feed and write the same short story over & over, on repeat

sleepers poking, tapping for vitals
taking back the tyrant and the persecuted,
four steps away and the predator returns,
always a child in a pose, such hunger to be sated
calling as the siren does so heartily,
with clinging mood
voiding another sailor
hoping she's been reimagined
by her savior man child
don't you know your doting madonna?
come to her ruby safe harbor
she promises you clawed light
love returned to the highest shelf
for the good little boy who waits
just long enough to remember
how he's a copy
of her copy
and not of his copy
that's an absent, blanked copy

(2/3/17)