CARNAL ROT

“Carnal Rot”

I was pinned to the ground

Jaws snapping at my face.

Trying to fight back but its strength is overwhelming

Skin tearing, ripping a chunk of meat from my neck, cold air, blood

My body jerks

Violently.

The virus rushes through my veins

Freezing.

The frantic heartbeat slows, thickening into mud.

Breathing.

The lungs have forgotten how to do so.

Deafening.

The silence inside my ribcage is impossible.

A snap

The jaw moves.

Shadows bleed into focus.

The dark becomes varied shades of gray.

A sound

The thumping of a living being’s blood flow nearby

Warmth.

The draw of the fresh flesh

No more panic

There is only the calling, the ache in my loins,

and the need to beautifully and violently fulfill my desire to feed.