They’re everywhere, lurking about.
Ready to take, what is not theirs to take.
It seems I’ve no defense, no armor, no choice.
Most of them are oblivious to what it is that they do.
Though this in no way absolves them of guilt.
Should I search out a wise woman, some purveyor of talismans, that may give me some protection against these creatures....., these people.
“What is it that they take?” you ask. “How is it done?”
It’s subtle, yet obvious to those that know how to see it. How to feel it.
Yet they cannot take it from each other.
So they search out the unwary, the blind, the innocent.
Pulling my life force from me with ease. These vampires of energy. Leaving me drained.
So much so, I’ve no energy left to fight them off. Their appetite for more unsatisfied.
I would if I could remove them from my life.
To go and find my strength again, beside some stream. Or in some forest.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
One Minute to Noon
“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
By Lacy Loar-Gruenler6 days ago in Fiction
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