I feel the demon rouse,
Talons flex
Blood drips, from lengthening
Fangs,
I watch,
Possessed,
As the teeth and claws
Burrow into those
Annoyances
That surround me.
I wake,
To aching hands
In the kitchen.
No bodies
Yet.
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I feel the demon rouse,
Talons flex
Blood drips, from lengthening
Fangs,
I watch,
Possessed,
As the teeth and claws
Burrow into those
Annoyances
That surround me.
I wake,
To aching hands
In the kitchen.
No bodies
Yet.
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