They should've known better than to ask for blood tests.
Nathan had wondered if it would kill them slowly, infecting them and waiting until the right time to strike. But it had been impatient. As soon as the syringe left his body, the blood in it was no longer controlled by his own will. It shattered its useless container, reaching out with long red tendrils and traveling down their throats, joining with the bloodstream until it finally reached their hearts. The doctors collapsed to the floor, their hearts stopped. Nathan almost pitied them. They hadn't lived long enough to see that their deaths were a consequence of their own actions.
But he didn't have time for pity. No one would pity him when they found him surrounded by bodies, the blood in their veins still thrumming through their corpses even after death. He ran from the hospital, careful not to be seen. It wasn't fond of being looked at.
When Nathan reached his home, he locked the doors, barred the windows, and ran to the mirror. He stared in horror at his eyes, which were bright red, covered in blood.
It had already happened.
He was too late.
"No, no no no," he whispered. He tore off his glasses and clawed at his eyes. If he could just get them out, maybe he would be safe. Maybe it would be gone.
His hands stopped in their tracks. Nathan knew instantly that he was no longer in control.
It was angry.
His limbs jerked around like puppets on a string, the blood in his veins pulled the rest of his body along. His heart started and stopped. It wanted him dead.
But maybe death was better than having it reach his brain. Having Nathan become a prisoner in his own body, just a vessel for a parasite that grew stronger every day.
It wanted to leave. It was going to get rid of him. He was no longer a good host.
"No, please!" Nathan whimpered. It ignored him.
"PLEASE!" he screamed again. "I don't want to die."
But it didn't care. It would live on without him. He was a necessary casualty.
"Why me?" he asked. Why had he been chosen, forced to spend the last three weeks with a parasite attatched to his blood? Why was he forced to choose between death and spreading it to another?
It was getting impatient. It was time for it to leave.
Every drop of blood in his body moved at once. Nathan screamed, once, twice, three times as his blood vessels ripped apart, a flood of the dark red liquid bursting out. He was shredded to pieces. His own blood was pulled out of his skin, leaving trenches in his flesh where the vessels used to be.
Nathan's corpse fell to the ground. It reached out the tendrils of blood and flew out of the room. It would need to find a new host. A better one.
It went out to hunt.
Stars on Strings
what happens when
a moth's eyes are glued to their backs
do they fly toward the stringed-starry sky
with crystals that hang from the clouds?
or does the moon call them
with dangling light bulbs and broken promises
to let their pretty wings
i think sometimes the stars are watching
keener than eyes, keener than sight
but hidden behind in the
and the moths
are the only ones who
can see their hushed
sometimes it is dangerous
to go out alone
let the rain pitter-patter
onto the ground
and rejoice, young butterfly
for the sky has fallen
and for now it has fallen
summer is not a season of sleep
sometimes I think I’ve lived too long
when I see my life on paper
a list of accomplishments
not made, risks
if life is linear, mine is a downward curve
over almost before it’s begun,
by fervent hope
and frustrated expectation
(optimism, my deepest curse).
my dreams are not a thing with feathers
they curdle within me,
if I opened my window to breathe them free
they would evaporate
like tissue paper
in the humid city air
crumble into dust and
my future is the mousetrap to my life
do I take the jaws
or the poison?
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long
Seen too much, done enough
Outlived the life that resides in me
I wait patiently at the parties
Blow out the candle and wish
And wish and wish and wish
Still, I open my eyes,
Continue my life as if
It never had a chance of stopping
Years fly by, patience waning
So close to touching death
I can feel the reaper
Breathing down my neck, asking
“Why are you still here?”
Well, take me!
Turn my bones to dust!
Give me what I ask!
One last chance,
I blow out the candle
My breath leaves me and
Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long.
The people who have cried over me,
the time people have spent on me,
the money people gave me,
the thoughts that make me sound deranged.
It all makes me think I’ve lived too long.
She says otherwise, but I say so.
Sometimes I think i’ve lived too long.
Way too long.
Sometimes I think
I’ve lived too long -
a thousand years
on my skin.
Layers of light
rising out of reach,
obscured by fog.
to my soul
in icy daggers.
I look within
and see beginnings
of precious times
still to come -
the future pulses
within my heartbeat
as I feel warmth
of liquid sun
rebounding in waves
but for some reason the youth
and clawing at imagined chains
that obedience is a curse
when really the alternative
is a state thousands worse
this is the best it will ever get.
don't waste your chance to have
little to none responsibility
don't spend your childhood
considering what you will do instead
but enjoy it while it lasts
are not curses
but blessings in disguise
do not long for tomorrow
while there is so much left to do
anger flowing through these shattered veins
hurting me no more
my will is strong,
my power building from within
I’m standing on my feet,
honey, your words no longer causing me pain
alterations now nibbling on my soul
making my armor more powerful
than ever before,
I gained the truth
when your lies dissolved into my hammering heart
your actions splashed
against my wounded features,
my always present scowl
disintegrated into a passionate grin
my determination growing,
to make my scars
a silver crest on my chest
my tears shaped into precious gems
that fit for a queen
because starting from now,
I will be a ruler of my kingdom
and no one will ever again
brake my spirit
and conquer my soul
brave yourself my fallen lover
the queen is coming
and she’s ready to finally roar
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Originally inspired by a Proser a very long time ago,
and now “draged out” especially for @willowBending :)
Chained in Shadows
I've been chained in shadows and I'm tryin' to escape,
I'm tired of people walking by and leaving in their wake
The baggage of their life times--lost ideals and old emotions
Shattered dreams and broken souls, all filled with commotion.
They pour into me all their scorn and their hate
Never dreaming someday of the monster they create.
I've been chained in shadows and I'm tired of being lost,
I just wanna be free despite all of the costs.
You can pin me down, you can cover my eyes
But nothing's gonna stop me when it's time to arise.
It's time to stop running, stop blaming all of your woe
On the person in the shadows...it's your fault, you know.
I've been chained in shadows and I've come to realize
I'm to blame for my choices, and so are you for your lies.
It's called personal responsibilty--and so I made my choice
When I act it's with my own will, when I speak it's in my voice;
You can't keep me in the shadows, not without a fight,
I'll keep pressing on forever for my vision and my sight.
Common sense, can we please dust off this old tool and start using it again?