Amanda's Eyes

"Of course she's a vampire"
my friend warned me.
"Haven't you noticed
how she has used you,
to feed her craving -
her addiction?"

Why didn't I notice,
way back when I first met her,
when she turned my way,
there was nothing behind her eyes
that had ever known love,
joy, sympathy, affection?

She must have had
the song fo the siren
in her voice
the magnetism of Medusa
in her gaze.

I felt like such
the fool for believing in
her lies and tricks
for so long.

"Isn't she even cold
to the touch?"
my friend asked.

I don't know how I got away,
broke free of the trance...
the trance that lingered 
after she left.

I was started to see her
picture (actually it was just her
eyes in the photo)
in the paper the other day.

I didn't think you could photograph
the undead.
and I felt sick to my stomach
and wondered if anyone noticed
that she (her eyes) were dead -
yet I could not find her
obituary.