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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I awake in a thick cropse of trees, meandering brook splashing nearby, sunlight stabbing through the canopy in thick rods filled with dust particles. Cracking my neck I rise, my skin feels like its cracking off and as I place my hands upon a nearby boulder I notice I’m coated in a brick red substance that’s flaking off. My mind screams blood and something stirs within. Pictures of last nights escapades flash and swirl, and under it all the taste clinging to my mouth becomes familiar, slightly acidic with undertones of metal quite distinct and memory rousing….. Flash…. body on fire as I’m thrashing on the floor, I feel the plates in my skull shift at this point its just another sensation. Pores separate to let coarse hair encompass my body, sickle like blades extend through my fingers. My mind drifts sinking into a lone spot in my head becoming a spectator in my own body. Instinct takes the wheel leading me through the night enshrouded forest I feel a rumble building in my throat and as the crescendo erupts the symbiot realizes what the prey will be, something from the past stirs in my little nest. Feelings inspire rage, rage leaps from the trenches with one solemn goal to feast on that soul whom marred my being, thought to be buried in the cemetery of my brain. My beast digs for the location…. spots…. destinations, frequencies, the place to sink my teeth in. Along a small stretch of road a little darker than the rest I pick up on the desired scent, it grabs at me trying to draw me in. I snap at the scent it won’t control me, but it will be snuffed out. I head into a standing of scrub pine on the left side of the house my target standing out like I can see through the house, sitting there watching TV, quite unknowing, just how I like it. Crouching down I dig my rear claws in then burst forth like being shot out of a cannon, drawing towards the side of the house I cross my arms before me claws extended. As I strike the wall it explodes, beams shredding like their made of cloth, - the easy way in. I feel the floor shake from the growl I release then brush my shoulders free of debris picking a large splinter out of my fine coat. He’s still frozen in his seat covered in rubble.
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