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Made
By DoomKitty
They smile politely with anticipation
As I bring the cup to
my lips.
The air is charged with the sights, the smells
The energy.
My hands unsteady, dizzy from excitement,
Intoxicated by the scent of copper, like fresh pennies.
The
taste is salty and thick,
The consistency of lukewarm gelatin.
I gag at first, but recover,
Taking several gulps.
Their polite smiles erupt into toothy grins and knowing chuckles.
I am warmly embraced
And welcomed.
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Copyright 2010 DoomKitty
Published on Sunday, October 24, 2010.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
The blood mafia.... the title made me think of the occult in a new light.... reformation of social identity, perhaps.... we all desire to belong, huh. Hallowed be thy lips.
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