Day one
and the itching starts.
First in your fingertips,
but it spreads
until your whole body
itches
screams and
craves the rhythm,
craves the beat.
Day two
the devil inside you
wakes;
blearily at first
but he thaws
and melts
and spreads,
squirming and writhing
within your veins.
Day three
he starts to carve.
He rips strips of flesh
from your stomach,
digs deep gouges
and they bleed eternally -
But what will he do with the pieces?
Day four
Its nearly over,
but the worst
is still yet to come.
Fleshy worms
crawl from your stomach
up the back of your throat
and wriggle,
dancing in aguish
choking you,
until you open your mouth
and spit.
Now breathe.
Suck down the air and chain it up
inside your lungs.
That’s it;
you’ve broken the devil
but
beware!
The monster lives
within you still
and lurks–
waiting to feed. |
Submission Name: Addicted
