Mark But This

The man is patient, this much I know from the blood I siphoned from his lover before she left him behind in the garden watering the plants, the man is patient and therefore dangerous – but I know much more about him than that, just from what I sucked from the woman’s light sweet sweating vessel under her sweet sweating skin. Glad for the flood of life and information I was receiving from her, sorry that it meant the bump that began to swell on her neck and redden upwards and start to itch as she complained that she was heading inside, the mosquitoes were killing her, she hoped he hadn’t used up all the Benadryl.