whatever

you say
"there were
plenty of people
there last night"
I say
"plenty of people?
thats intense..."

you look
happy
content
her giant picture
invades space.
like the
heavy early morning
pollution
that hasn't been
burnt
by the sun
or evaporated,
gone.

"But
what kind of
people?"

you say
"artists, designers,
beautiful people, people that matter,
because they're famous
and they make money."

"she's an artist.
they way she walks, talks and
drinks red wine. It stains her teeth.
She is vampire-like in her hunger.
the way she craves his blood
like she needs it to survive."

he's in to
getting his blood sucked
his money stolen

she consumes him.