From Werner Herzog's remake with Klaus Kinski as Nosferatu, based mostly on the silent Murnau adaptation of the Stoker novel, I leave you with a quote, and one that says maybe it's not Lucy with whom I should resonate, but the monster himself: “To be unable to grow old is terrible... Death is not the worst...”
Gently in my hands, I cup (Like my heart) a broken shell. A deserted robin’s egg, hatched Speckled turquoise, open, Fallen from branches, a cradle Rocked by the wind’s hands From the green canopy above.
A transcript of my imaginary phone call to The Cancer Store’s unhelpful desk. While the veracity of these two seemingly innocent characters is dubious, the names are changed to protect their identities, so by reading any farther, you waive your rights to any legal action should they bear any resemblance to anything or anyone living (or dead.) Cut into conversation in progress between an agent the Cancer Store (CS) and …
Gentlemen born of Sparkle and cut Open to remove those Blasted ugly things Radiating with half Life and spring Practices.
Nestled pyramids, soldiers of sand, No servants hand, no strangers. No one died today, no saints Made. Cat wore the Ankh, Carried the dog headed staff, Drawing along the sea crooked to And fro on the sand, wand dragging
Cry for the little girl inside yourself, On the strength of my back with enough us both. You may seem an Angel to so many, too many who cannot See, And yet a sister to only one, the only sister to me.