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By Rowan Finley Published about a year ago • Updated about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Luis Ruiz: https://www.pexels.com/photo/person-stand-on-sand-1774929/

I didn’t ask to be made a vampire.

This high up, I didn’t ask to transpire,

it all started, as what I know now, as a Ponzi scheme!

Now, on top of a skyscraper,

I’m about to go back down to ground level.

I'm too far in and I can't get out...

then, there’s more doubt,

now, I’m forced to be a blood sucker.

Their smell lures me in,

I know it’s a bloody sin.

I’m intoxicated, especially by O positive.

A huge eagle swooped down, grabbing me off the top of the skyscraper,

he flew me to a desert,

where there was not a human being in sight…

for miles and miles.

So this was my escape…

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley