at twilight, I shed my skin of quiet
leaving behind the crinkled human layers
like the ole higue
i rise as a ball of blazing dread
hovering over the party
a fiery intruder unable to belong.
i drift through the small talk
seeking a neck, a pulse, a way in
but my gaze is too desperate
my tongue is too dry
i want to consume the sweetness of laughter
to drain the warmth of easy conversation
but instead, i just burn
a spectacle of sparks in the dark
a sudden, terrifying flare
that sends everyone running
in the morning, i return to my true shape
the withered, wrinkled wallflower
stumbling over my own syllables
with no magic left to disguise
how terribly hard it is to breathe
amongst the living
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 8:57 PM UTC
at twilight, I shed my skin of quiet
leaving behind the crinkled human layers
like the ole higue
i rise as a ball of blazing dread
hovering over the party
a fiery intruder unable to belong.
i drift through the small talk
seeking a neck, a pulse, a way in
but my gaze is too desperate
my tongue is too dry
i want to consume the sweetness of laughter
to drain the warmth of easy conversation
but instead, i just burn
a spectacle of sparks in the dark
a sudden, terrifying flare
that sends everyone running
in the morning, i return to my true shape
the withered, wrinkled wallflower
stumbling over my own syllables
with no magic left to disguise
how terribly hard it is to breathe
amongst the living
this is based off of a guyanese tale called the ole higue which is a old woman that sheds thier skin at night and drinks blood
