When I come across poetry written by people involved in the vampiric communities and it touches a cord in Me, I try to bring it into My site in the off chance that you may find a kindred spirit in it and/or the person and thus be enriched... enjoy

unRealVampires...

But we are not beings of logic and reason.
We are beings of undecidedness.
Between life and death. Life in death.
Between human and machine/animal.
Between friend and enemy... le etranger.
We are that which cannot be re-ordered.
The margin, the anterior.

We cannot exist once understood.
We cannot stand the light of inspection.
We cannot replicate social norms.

We are not commodity.
We are fetish incarnate.
Vampire is not clan, or community, or consciousness.
People are clan, community, consciousness.
Vampire is terminal other eternal.

All else is dross, trivial, inconsequential...
an educational video, and a help file, 
mundane and fantasy in one.

What? Is this a game? A fiction?
An affectation or an affliction?
How could you denigrate the tragedies
of our collective marginalizations
with a PTA meeting, and a 60 minutes special?

Give me back what I have lost:
my humanity, my civility, my beauty and my innocence.
Give me back my family, my normalcy, and my ignorance.
Give me back my lost and sense less inflated self importance.
Give me back to my myself.

But, under no circumstances, turn me into a talk show
side show, gimmick for gawking things that I once was.
Sell me not to the bidder with the highest advertising revenues. 
For in those wages of sin IS true death.

[excuse the rant, but I'm not a toy, and this isn't funny]
Sasm

Written by Sarah Smiles and you can visit her site at www.sarahsmiles.com

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