A Transformation

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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