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.