Is This a Vampire Poem?

By Shannon Ozog

Red, slick, slippery liquid,

Juicy that I crave.

The meat, the flesh,

Its scent filling my nostrils,

And sending my chest a-soar.

Oogle-eyes, tired of waiting,

I bite down, and draw

From the meat its true essence,

The juice, the life, the flavor.

Savor for but a few moments,

Drowning in its taste, its kick,

Before swallowing, sending my

Stomach a part of pleasures.

This is the power

Of my mother's

Home-made cooked steak sauce.