Mirror
Like A Secret In Your Throat
Your teeth ache just looking at him, and your heart races.
At first, you remember thinking, "What heart?", but then you remember.
YOu're not yourself lately, and find yourself lusting for your baby brother's blood.
It'd be sweet, you think, like his caramel-colored hair, and exotic.
You find yourself more nocturnal than usual.
He asks a few days later what your problem is, because you barely speak to him.
You don't think you can trust him, and even if you can, you shouldn't tell, not this secret.
It could kill you.
At first, you remember thinking, "What heart?", but then you remember.
YOu're not yourself lately, and find yourself lusting for your baby brother's blood.
It'd be sweet, you think, like his caramel-colored hair, and exotic.
You find yourself more nocturnal than usual.
He asks a few days later what your problem is, because you barely speak to him.
You don't think you can trust him, and even if you can, you shouldn't tell, not this secret.
It could kill you.