Old Woman
In Your Rocking Chair

Old woman sit on your rocking chair
Look at the sad faces that stare back at you from the mirror in the hallway

You don’t believe me you tell me that I imagined it
You know you were there!
It was you! So you were younger so you had hair so your skin was milky so the man on top of you devoured you like a fresh peach.
It was still you.

You laugh. Your toothless mouth grins at me
I sigh in disbelief. What good is lying if you have nobody but me?
Why don’t you want to share it with me?
Obviously you have your fun…tell me how you do it!

You put your cold hand on my shoulder and tell me to forget.
I can’t forget that! I can’t forget those moans those vile vampiric forms you took, what you took…how could you take so much at your age?
You lie; it’s all a lie.

You tell me I’m right, and I grow impatient for it’s not what I was trying to prove.
This is hopeless I cry. You tell me you don’t turn young at midnight and you tell the doctor silently that you’re deaf. That’s a lie too!
I’m afraid I’ll end up like you. Not able to share with my only companion my secrets. I don’t want to be old. You’re not old can’t you tell me how you do it? Can’t you tell me how you eat those men alive in front of the ghosts in this house?
Did they do the same before you?
DID THEY????

You pretend you fall asleep. And I go to bed.
I lie silently waiting for the sounds to come again.
And I hear them, and I hear the blood running.
And I run and I run…and the door is open and I walk in. and I see you and I see him…quite a young one this time. This is the third time Greta I whisper.
You hold out your hand and I run back to my room
I will not be drowned in his blood I am just a nurse and I will not drink your sickness.

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