JIMMY’S JUICE, a poem by Crème de Lauren
Jimmy saw the world in red.
If it wasn’t bleeding, he made sure it did.
Animals didn’t cut it, so he moved on to people.
Oh, the thrill of it!
The screams, the chasing, the capture.
His teeth would sink in,
(he loved that first, flavorful burst)
and he would suck and suck
until all the sweet, delectable
life in those juicy veins had run dry.
It was a curse, a terrible curse,
of everlasting thirst.