This is where the vampires live (a poem)

This was the writing exercise for a writer’s group a friend of mine invited me to. It seemed simple enough, but I had a hell of a time with it. The social commentary version was mostly dull, and slightly preachy. The ‘voices in my head’ version started out promising, but didn’t get very far before I felt it had nowhere to go. So far, this version is the only one which works at all. It’s an acrostic (the first letter of each line spells out the phrase), and, while on the surface it would appear to be about someone else, it really deals with my tendency to fall in love with the wrong people.
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