Bath Salts
My stomach growls and hisses
Each breath I take angers the pits of my belly
My intestines secretes restlessly its enzymes
Urging me to feed.
The beaten path that lays before me
Is full of dark shapes and shadows
Though I cannot make any clear distinctions
I'm drawn to them
They each hold their own characteristics
though its true it may just be my imagination
A dark shrub behind a brick wall barked at me
Yet I knew this was my reality.
Had I knew this walk would last forever
I'd have at least brought me something to devour
The cold dark pit of my stomach
continues to Curse me
Had I knew these visions would haunt me so
I'd have never tried such a substance
Though be it peer pressure or curiosity
I have fallen prey to its hunger inducing grasp
Hours past,
Though I'm sure I've only just began my journey
A familiar scent makes my mouth water
My eye's fills up with excitement
I can't control it
Hunger is all the remains of me
Before I knew what I was doing
My teeth began to sink deep into a shadow
Its juicy flesh between my teeth
Must have been what eve felt as she bit into the apple
There were no seeds, no stem,
Just the flesh and its thirst quenching liquid
A moment has gone by
Yet this time I know its been a lot longer
No longer do shadows dance in my wake
Just me and someone else...
Though this new stranger wasn't moving
The life of him has already passed on
My stomach violently turned inside out
Though I wasn't hungry
Before my eye's could send the image to my brain
Before I could feel remorse or sick
My world was struck pitch black
I was just another victim, or was I?
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