Teething pains
from newly sharpened fangs.
Hunger pangs,
retch my stomach again.
Twisting my guts,
like an addict going cold turkey.
I'm burning up within.
My future feels murky.
feels like I have the flu.
I need blood. It’s all that will do.
The pain is slowly
turning me,
burning inside.
I need to feed.
before I die.
Pin tight pupils,
not seeing any light.
Shackled in my cave,
slave to the night.
I need warm blood,
as soon as can be.
I feel the itch inside me
like ants crawling under skin.
My skin. Pale and weakening.
My body brittle and thin.
Barely slept,
my mind won't stop,
intrusive thoughts
paint a depressive backdrop.
I throw up.
Again.
Empty retching.
Wrenching feeling
like the next surge
will be my stomach bursting from within.
My body wants to purge.
It's like acid injected deep into marrow,
a fire inside the bones.
Sweating, shaking, shivering.
If you were near you would hear the moans.
I'm nervous, agitated,
my mind can’t take much more.
My muscles spasm, the cramps get worse.
I crave the blood to pour.
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