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Vampiric Vibes
This vampire is not the pale gothic waif from the 90s that
you expect. She has brassy blond hair and crystals bedecking every bit of skin
that can hold any kind of jewelry. Her eyes are bright blue and she stands
before you in the sunshine.
She doesn’t eat garlic, but it’s because of the breath, not
an ancient curse.
But she’s a vampire just as truly as the old stories. She
destroys lives, robs young impressionables of their innocence, and consumes,
consumes, consumes. Never a drop of blood spilled.
She subsists on good vibes only.
The ‘60s had been her heyday; the hippies making love and
not war had been a lavish feast. Never before had energy and sustenance been so
easy to take for herself. Almost no one had noticed the trail of destroyed
lives she’d left in her wake. But the subsequent eras of war, recession, and
pandemic had shrunk the petite predator down to little more than a skeleton
wearing a macrame poncho, a daisy stuck grotesquely in her hair like a sugar
skull.
But now she is back. The ‘live, laugh, love’ crowd will be
enough to sustain her, as long as she keeps moving through the circles of
society.
Now, she hangs around yoga studios, energy healers, support
groups, and life coaches, sucking up their life until murmurs of “toxic
positivity” begin to circulate. Then it’s time to move on to the next clique,
the next fad of self-care or get-rich-quick scheme.
Good vibes only for this energy vampire. She deserves the
best.
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Copyright KR Holton, 2024
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