Something inside me
loves to
twist
as
my lips
long for the
rarest red.
In the air lives a
bloody anticipation,
my gradual
transformation.
Am I ready?
No, I am not.
Hurting others,
this I was not taught.
But lately, I’ve been wanting a
kill.
First,
a bluebird
chiming on
a tree.
Next,
a golden hare
descending
a
mountain.
Now,
I desire an even larger target.
One that will pose
an enticing challenge.
Will it fight me?
I hope it will.
But in the end,
nothing in this
world
can match
my
skill.
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