Never Kiss a Vampire in December
A winter warning wrapped in fangs and poetry. When the snow falls, he comes — cold, romantic, and deadly.
Never Kiss a Vampire in December
By Elizabeth Baez
Don’t kiss him.
Even if he swears he no longer bites,
even if he trembles beneath the snowfall
like a lost boy
without a grave or time.
Don’t kiss him,
if his lips are cold as iron
and his eyes stare
as if you were the last song
he remembers from the world.
December suits him well.
It masks his absence as warmth,
his death as romance.
But his soul...
is still hungry.
Don’t kiss him,
when he tells you he loves you.
Vampires don’t lie,
but their love
is the name of the wound.
And if you already did…
if you already kissed him…
may God protect you,
because it’s far too late
to pray.
About the Creator
Elizabeth Baez
*Poetisa bilingüe que escribe sobre amor oscuro, pérdida y lo sobrenatural. Entre nieve, sangre y silencios, mis versos buscan almas que sienten profundo. Autora de “Nunca Beses a un Vampiro en Diciembre”.*
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