A/N: This week's entry for Pass the Poetry 2020
Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?
The stick of my cousin's blood singed my fresh. The scent
lingered in my nostrils in tease. He is gone, forced to flee,
taking a gob of my heart, a souvenir of my memory.
I am nothing but a hollow log, sturdy to the eye, but
nothing inside. To my known world, I may as well be
dead. I would end it now if I knew I could rejoin my
sweet Romeo.
In pursuit of thrill to slash my numbness, I seek help,
a way reassemble the bits of my heart. Only a divine being,
God, can help now, or so it should seem. I know not what else
to do, to find my peace.
'Two days,' Friar says. 'Just two days to slumber. For soon,
you shall wake from your slumber and be alone no more.'
A pinch in my neck came next, a welcome pain, the solution
to my troubles. I rejoice at my slumber, for soon my Romeo
shall return...
***
My fingers start to tingle and my lips are warm, touched just
moments ago. I move my hand to where I last felt a kiss, oh
Romeo!
He is here but on his last breath once finished will steal his life,
and only I can stop it. I lower down with clenched jaws, ready
to give him sweet life. We run together, to the world, we are dead.
No one can come between us now. We have one another's undying
love...
Along with an unquenchable thirst... a thirst for blood.
