In the dark
We ran through the streets
Slick with rain
Back alleys
Darkened windows
Broken glass
Rats
The smell of decay
And death.
Then into grand mansions
We’d fly
Cloaks off
The rustle of silk
A white tie
A flash of fang
The smell of wine
Cigars
And blood.
We were young
Carefree
With stories
We shall never
Tell
Our own
Children.
~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman
Vampire Maman 
Don’t we all have stories we shall never tell our children? There are sacred to me…, andwill only be known by the ones who shared these secrets with me. 💃🚶♂️
xoxo