25. John Doe

Cherry

By chant

Sun, 04 Jan 2015
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They feed you blood from a machine
are kind, want to know about you.
They feed you contaminated blood
sometimes. Then you see heaven
in the sulphur lamp & white walls.
Down a plastic tube the blood
drip drips. Your forearm itches.
Sometimes you see hell. It is
bare like the room they keep you in.
You wonder if you’ll live forever.
They expound the rule of the fittest,
population control. They let you go.

@ianjmclachlan

Certificate U
Poem
A London Vampire

Comments

Submitted by bosch on

would tie your series off strongly, with an open end. actually like this better as a final poem than 26 which could be argued has a predictable ending. 26 could be fitted in elsewhere. really good my friend.

Submitted by chant on

thanks Swep. in fact, this was the original ending, and what is currently 26 was placed half way through the story. i moved 26 to its current position because i wanted to show the moral effect of letting the character go. also, the poems switch between second and third person narrative voice, and i was hoping that by the end of the sequence the reader would be fooled into thinking the 'he' that's waiting for 'you' is the vampire, only to discover that the vampire is 'you', and hence it is the reader, by reading the story, who has become the vampire.