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I'm the monster clawing at the walls. You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here. Your scent stains every surface in the room; Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into. Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me, Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct. You are the prey with footprints but no body. I am the predator never knowing satiety. Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving, And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied. Viscera begin to litter the room. Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
Paroxysms of Hunger
I'm the monster clawing at the walls. You gave me the taste for your blood and then locked me in here. Your scent stains every surface in the room; Tantalising but with no flesh to sink my fangs into. Rabid dog-type wildness becomes me, Transforms me into a thing driven by madness and instinct. You are the prey with footprints but no body. I am the predator never knowing satiety. Pacing replaces hunting, I'm starving, And your constant, elusive presence has me frenzied. Viscera begin to litter the room. Yours or mine? I don't know. I'm starving.
Suffering from writer's block, so this is a repost.
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May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 2:47 AM UTC
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