Gnawing On My Mind

Writing, throwing out compulsion, licking the marrow from the bone, watching the herd, looking for the weak, waiting, minutes seem like years, lasting torment so wanted, so welcome. Teeth gnashing I tear a hunk of flesh from the curr I am feasting on. Unconsciously I smack my lips, as I gnaw seditiously on the tasty morsel. Using blood as ink I scribe senseless thoughts on the walls and ceiling, scoring rifts that tear the fabric of time, stopping the irksome pain pouring from this hole in my chest. Fingering the edge I re minis of the fun it was getting this, definitely to be worn as a medal of honor. Now that I am back to normal, my quill flows freely, scarring the earth beneath my heels. I'll let this hole rot, fester, ooze, gather infection that i can spread at my own whim, locking the world in my grasp, turning it a beautiful grey, cascading across the environment like a mist.