day 8 . creatures we

as it spreads
trickling at first
slowly taking over
flesh heating up
skin starts to burn
as inside surrenders
hair turns to needles
serpent skin all over
faint rumbling echoes
eyes start to gleam
muscles flex into bricks
knuckles crack relentlessly
body becomes disposable
spirit screams within
as goddess fury is born
roaring begins
“creatures we,
born to be,
wild and free!
fed by mother fury,
we exist now,
alone but free!”

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