I claw deep deep

into her heart

and pry on raw

emotions

feed on hurts

lingering love

exhausted waitings

flailing hopes

dying on dreams run dry

I thrive on her miseries

rivulets of tears copious

of deaths, disease and now divorce

I devour her loneliness

her mad yearnings

for madder far unrealistic goals

set in times beyond her

I seek in her

nothing but fattening food

for my existence

I live on her corpse

within her throbbing heart

She knows not

of my parasitical intentions

my bacterial fantasies

my single aim

to destroy her for my purpose

Yet in her dreams

with her fingers futile

she fights me

sometimes succumbs to me

coz I despite my

vampirical illusions

come from beyond her

far away from her notions of time

further away from her understanding

of existence, hers and mine

So we live she and I

feeding on each other

and growing however

haphazard

however zigzag

however garish,unbecoming or paste

there we are

she and I

sometimes she disowns me

till I overpower her

and press out the juice of her living

there it sits

I sit, the poem

much to her regret

even mine

times living tragedies

she and I!