I don't mean
to stare,
but...
Well, how do I say this
delicately?
It's kinda odd
the way you are
suspended in air,
especially with nothing holding you there.
The way you growl in that voice,
Latin of course. Would love to hear it
with some shredding guitars
or spitting out a chorus
that would melt the walls.
so gravelly. It's gravely making me
wish to claw my eyeballs out.
And the language. Shocking.
Such depravity.
Not that I'm complaining,
but on a first date?
Ever heard of waiting?
It's very...
Unique,
the way your head
rotates 360 degrees.
It would come in handy
walking down a dark alleyway
and you want to keep
an eye open for vicious predators
ready to make you their prey.
But at a restaurant dinner date.
It's a bit off putting,
and as an aside
the pea soup vomit
is definitely a step too much.
I think I saw 10 people
throwing up their lunch.
I have to say I've had more
traditional first dates.
Ones that don't end up with me
needing to know
the Latin translation
for cheerio,
but it was a fun time,
I've never been on a date
with a ghost before
and I hope you don't mind
that I left before sunrise,
but it really burns my skin.
You see I'm a vampire.
So, ghosts
are not usually my fang.
Thanks for reading.
taken from the #escapril prompt
"Suspended in air"
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