Daily Prompt: Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
when you bite into a fresh apple
warmed a little by the Sun, cooled by the evening air,
the apple’s sticky sweet juice runs from the corners of your mouth
and down your neck
not drop by drop
but slowly like a stream nearing it’s end
in a forest of dark and leafless trees.
I imagine that is what a Vampire sees
what a vampire tastes
what a vampire feels
when it plunges it’s fangs into your neck.