
The Conjunction
It flies by night. It drinks no blood
From horrid gaping bloody cut.
It hunts its hapless victim down
Then lets her go. It is a vampire but.
Hawker’s Pot seeks to entertain, but only because he can no longer remember what he came here for in the first place.
All words and images ©Bill Jones 2009-2019 (unless otherwise stated)
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