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Deeper Than Fangs

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #180:


He had it wrong with that painting. 
Lie to yourself, first. Like self-care.
Like a vampire's self-worth.

If you find my lost compact, look.
Let the monogram be your best self.
Silver bites deeper than fangs.

A little bit of potential soul-stealing for the first October Muse. For no good reason (it's October, my back is still wonky, the stress is messing with my head, I watch 80's movies and teen dramas when I'm feeling bad) I've decided that this month, I'm writing my own vampire tale, soon to be zine. LOL, writer brain was just like...hmmm, sounds like you've decided to become a vampire. Anyway. Hope you're having a good weekend/week. :)

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. SunitaOctober 2, 2021 at 6:20 AM

    You are in full swing, Chrissa. Your poem has captured the nuances of the prompt to T. Waiting for the blast of creativity with blood sucking fangs :D

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  2. FireblossomOctober 2, 2021 at 7:29 AM

    Any poem with fangs is a good thing. I wonder if vampires use whitening strips?

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  3. Carrie Van HornOctober 2, 2021 at 9:50 AM

    That last line has a wonderful bite Chrissa!! Love it! I hope your back gets better, and that Arthur can have his cone off soon as well. It is the lovely month of October, so things have got to be looking up for sure!!

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  4. qbitOctober 2, 2021 at 12:04 PM

    "Lie to yourself, first. Like self-care." That is amazing.

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  5. CharleyOctober 2, 2021 at 12:45 PM

    Let the monogram be your best self. Yes! Or, for a vampire... let the monogram be your only reflection. Bite on!

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  6. ms_liliOctober 2, 2021 at 4:09 PM

    Ditto to what Charley said! Bon voyage on your way to Vampiredom.

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  7. Sherry Blue SkyOctober 2, 2021 at 5:41 PM

    Gotta love a poem with fangs in it. Smiles.

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  8. kaykualaOctober 3, 2021 at 12:05 AM

    Wouldn't it be fun to switch places. Wonder how to develop fangs! Great one Chrissa!


    Hank

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  9. TruedessaOctober 3, 2021 at 6:47 AM

    Ha - fangs that bite...will the strongest survive?

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  10. hedgewitchOctober 3, 2021 at 6:56 AM

    These few lines speak volumes, Chrissa, and like all poetry should, leave the writer wondering and fitting various meanings into the puzzle holes. I love the idea of vampires struggling with self care and self worth--the teen shows, I assume?--and the fangs gleam a note of warning to all who want to simplify despair into something less dangerous.

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  11. Gillena CoxOctober 3, 2021 at 8:29 AM

    Mirror mirror, the seekerd responsibility.
    Nice response.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog today

    Much💜love

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  12. Marion HortonOctober 3, 2021 at 11:02 AM

    Vampire writing sounds like a good distraction from a bad back. Love the short sharpness of this.

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  13. Susie ClevengerOctober 3, 2021 at 12:33 PM

    Great fang addition to your October journey. Hope the back pain leaves soon.

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  14. purplepeninportland.comOctober 4, 2021 at 5:30 PM

    Love this, Chrissa! Last line rocks!

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  15. HelenOctober 5, 2021 at 10:59 AM

    You are well on your way to “Vampire-Land” my friend!!

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  16. grapelingOctober 18, 2021 at 8:09 PM

    compact, yet fierce ~

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