Vampire
They reach for a blood bag
And pour it into my glass
I have never drank before
Nor do I want to
I have lived for centuries
I've seen all, and nothing
They tell me vampires aren't real
Indeed, they aren't
The mirror shatters
Every time I step in front
I don't know if I have a reflection
The sun doesn't scare me
It won't touch me anyway
There's no light to burn my skin
Clutching one pale hand in another
I eye the drink they've poured for me
And in the same breath as their welcome
They tell me vampires aren't real
