I used to think

that once my parents

and maybe my sister

died

that I could have

a few decades left

to live freely as myself.

 

Now as the world turns towards fascism

and hates my kind,

it feels like there will never be

enough

blood spilled

to satisfy me.

 

I’m the reaper

whose thirst for death

is endless.

 

I’m the vampire

who wants to

bleed the world dry

just so I can survive.

 

I never asked

to be your monster.