Vampire Girl. Terry Collettt
Bevitore di sangue,
The girl says, her voice
Echoing about the walls
Of the small cell. Blood
Drinker, the Irish nurse
Translates in a whisper,
Taking hold of your arm
And drawing you back
From the girl�s reach. She
Drinks people�s blood, she
Adds, her grip on your arm
Tightening, she thinks she�s
A vampire. You gaze at the
Girl, at her eyes, her beauty,
At the blood about the lips
And chin. She looks it, you
Say, wanting to get a closer
Look, to feel along her arm,
To sense the stickiness of blood
On such sallow skin, to touch
The texture of her dark hair,
To try to reach in and see
Who�s there. Best leave now,
The nurse mutters, drawing
You away, and taking with
You as you go the girl�s soft
Words: bevitore di sangue,
Out into light of a hot day.
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