Some vampires are women,
with dead eyes neither pale but like braille,
whose eyes evince the tainted clouds above,
their breasts hobbled their blood stained mouth.

Not vultures, but blood quaffing vampires.
who crawled to me with their Sisyphean arms
like disowned mozos.

Some vampires are men,
they are mysterious and naked,
chalky, cheek bones with a skeletal look,
their genitals limp as a dead fish,
they are vampires, they are men.

Not vultures, but blood quaffing vampires.
This lizard smacks unshod, wobbling
above my naked breasts.

That’s not the end of all.

Some vampires are dead souls.
Not vultures, but blood quaffing vampires;
crimping like cobalt blue tea chalice
on my naked breasts, they thrust their feet,
weeping like devils bottoms, screaming
for the satanic priest, the blood quaffing Alvah.

 

Rimli Bhattacharya

Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology and an MBA in supply chain management. Her essay on mental illness was published in the anthology "Book of Light", Speaking Tiger Publications. She has written for TOI, Cafe Dissensus, IWF, YKA, Daily O, IGCC, Engineering Journals, and other magazines. She is a trained classical dancer (Kathak and Odissi). She lives in Mumbai, India.

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