The pull is insatiable. Filling my mind until I think my head might burst. The small sliver of my consciousness that is still intact is the only thing keeping me anchored to myself. Or at least, the person I used to be. Because I'm certainly not myself anymore. My brain is consumed by the pulsing of the human hearts surrounding me. How much longer can I pretend that I am one of them? When will I be gone for good? This parasite in my head is destroying me... 

No, I am destroying myself. Because it is part of me now. That I know for sure. I will never be free again. It pushes at my humanity, crooning at me to sink my teeth into one of the hundreds of panicking people around me. I'm pushing back but I can't last. My body is fighting against me, aching for human flesh. I feel the desire in the pit of my stomach, in my quaking arms, wrapping itself around each strand of my hair. I know that I have no choice. My brain is no longer my own. I'm corrupted. 

Hanging on the edge of the sky

Sparks burning in my brain

No pain

Only freedom.

My heartbeat, a timer 

Counting the recollections

Cataloging the life.

The tingling starts

Heat spreading from my chest

Engulfing and liberating

Fear, a forgotten memory.

Half a second

Lasts an eternity

Gone too soon

Falling back to Earth. 

I dream of magic

With sparks flying,

Colors whirling,

Mind expanding to take in the world.

When I close my eyes, I dream.

Of the tension of the clouds,

Before they let let go of their sorrows

And water falls to Earth in an endless torrent.

Of each leaf that spirals to the ground, forgotten in the silent, silvery night.

I dream because I am young.

Because 'seeing is believing' isn't enough for me.

When a single bird trills,

The world sighs in contentment.

So do I.

Sometimes I want to scream.

Scream and never stop.

Let the weight on my shoulders drift away with my voice.

It's consuming.

It tangles in my hair.

A thick glue binding itself to me.

That salty paste of emotion threatening to pull me down.

And never let go.