I am a vampire
With pale skin and bloody fangs.
I sucked out my own life,
And blood. Only to puke it in a wine glass
And offer it to him on a tray
During the Sunday Mass
As he loves me on the bed
Instead of worshipping Him in the church.
I had dressed up in simple linen
They say He takes in all the same
But when I opened the door
I met temptation. After forty days of abstention.
I bowed my head
Removed my shoes (even clothes)
Gave up all possessions and surrendered
With a sigh. Oh Amen. Amen.
He opened his clothes and tossed some attention
On me, between the sheets. Discreetly.
He couldn’t make me his lover
So I became his whore.
Covered in our holy water
I’m cleansed of my desperation.
And as I watch him leave the bed and me
Wanting for him to stay and never leave,
I wonder how he managed to change my home
Into his brothel. Where he is the pimp
And I his only whore. Only one of his many.
And the bulge in my empty tummy- a bastard.
Model: Asmita Gajbhiye