-This particular...thing...came to me in a dream, nearly fully formed just as I type it here. The translation I give
it, from the haunting forlorn emptiness it left me with, is the only way I can put it into words...
It [i][b][u][crimson]MADE[/crimson][/u][/b][/i] me write it-
fact searches for missing persons in his local area which are underway, but have not yet turned up any data
indicative of his involvement. Searches conducted due to legislation compelling analyst to report
any felonious criminal activity imparted to them by the patient, confirmation is required however, as this may
indeed still be only hallucinatory. Until reality or hallucinatory is confirmed, this report cannot be filed>;
IT BURNS MY MIND !
Filling my darkness, eating away all rationality, the night sky dominated...from a billion feet away...
The Moon consumes me.
I can feel the transformation begin, amazing, agonizing, but also strangely peaceful, like a burning itch, scratched,
searing satisfaction, burning bliss, a juxtaposition of pleasurable pain, unlike any other. There is nothing like this,
strength multiplies as sanity drains away, in equal proportion. I am become brawn, and brain is no more,
only Beast.
My thoughts unravel swiftly into an essence of simply -being-,
no thinking, no memories, no past, no future, no plans, no wonders, no fears...
just...images, emotions, tastes, sounds...my senses become my self. Whispers of wind burn their sources upon my skin, the fleeting gusts captured,
analyzed, directions primally derived. And the smells, ah the smells...artistry beyond any museum piece play out their intricate dance upon my palate,
lending me instant recognition of their makers, each one a tapestry of life, intimate, ultimate, every quirk and quibble known without -knowing-,
new life or old, vulnerable or vibrant, potent or passive, all is revealed in their flagrant fragrance,
all tangled together in a shimmering skein of life, woven by...
...the Moon.
and as i descend through the maelstrom, i am beckoned...a whiff of...
you
my only love.
...and the hunt ensues. finding the aroma stronger, i follow, helplessly bound by lunacy...tracing your trail, unrelenting in pursuit,
unreasoning, passion driven, blood boils within as i run run run, faster than any zephyr, i must have you, nothing else has meaning, all else
abandoned in reckless flight, only lust remains, until i find...
you
my only love.
i see you, and i pounce, as you point at me, shreiking with fear, and your finger explodes into a line of flame, piercing me painlessly...the tiny annoyance
forgotten as soon as perceived, again, and again, and again, you back away, appalled, frightened, saying things to me that i cannot comprehend,
words meaningless, but posture reveals all...
you despise me.
but i cannot care, or even know the meaning of despite. all i know is your redolence, clinging to you...
and my rutting need
until...
i am upon you.
fervor overwhelms me, and my teeth grip your nape, binding you in the oldest fashion, determined to rut, as you capitulate, falling limp within my grasp,
allowing me my desires unfettered, unreserved, unabashed...and as my lust consumes me fully...
...my jaws...
...clamp tighter...
...until...
they meet
but i know not...all i know is the lust, the moon, the hunt, the blood, the scent, the taste, oh the TASTE!
...and as the rut is appeased, the hunger arises...
...and i devour...
unaware that i devour
you
my only love.
Unpublished Work © 2015 Avid Spark aka Mike Barrett III