rasping breath; far away from being human,
laps at my ears, licking flesh away
leaving a burning tingle hard to ignore
the incessantly dripping blood
makes my head spin
and i run across the forest fire bare feet
tender soles cooling under a drizzle
the head on my neck stabilizes
finally
and then the urge arises again
to devour human flesh, so tender and so hard
some bits moist, some bits dry
warm, acrid, metal taste of blood
lingers on my supple, long and thick tongue
as i retreat my fangs and, join the herds again.
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