I plunged needles
into our gaping veins
that pulsed and ached
with hunger.

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You held out your arm
and asked with child innocence
"More please?"
And I obliged.

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Later that night you cried
because the night-light burnt out
and you accused the moon
of playing hide and seek.

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In the morning I woke up
and there were needles
in your neck
and blood on the floor.

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You stared blankly up at me
and I grabbed your jaw,
making you mouth "I'm sorry"
because you're my little puppet.

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I pulled out the needles
that I had tinged with infection
and smiled as you moaned,
knowing you'd be dying with me.