8/29/23

Fangs - Ulises Fernandez

My pain was not deep,

Though sharp, I can reckon it was.

As venom, it flowed through,

Making my skin bulge,

My fingers fat,

My face a lump.

My skin melt,

My throat close.

My heart stop,

My lungs croak.

Though my mind,

Nonetheless with a burden

So great so much,

Maintained at sights

The vampire in front.

Ulises Fernandez is a young aspiring Argentinian writer based in Buenos Aires who from an early age loved writing and reading. Son of a teacher and avid book-eater, he took most of his artistic traits from his mother, someone he loves very much.