Control

A growl can be monstrous when it is not from behind clenched teeth or fierce claws, but from somewhere deep within.

On a particularly cold night,

In a particularly cold bed,

I had a strange thought,

Pop into my head.

With my little night light,

Beside the frame,

I began to wonder,

When the thought came.

I broke the trance,

With a sickening wrench,

Which came from my heart,

And my chest I dared clench,

My lungs which heaved in pitiful gasps,

And my fingers that clawed in desperate clasps. 

My mind was alive,

But my heart was dying.

I let out a small cry,

But I was not crying.

Running through the growls,

The many starved wolves that howl,

And the yellow eyes of the barn owl,

I find myself in something foul,

An uncontrollable need,

A frantic lust,

For a hungry prowl.

I sink my teeth into my tongue,

For the pictures in my head still hung,

And by the stake I lost control,

I had nothing left to savor,

Not even my soul.

Author's Note

Basically, I wanted fries (: On the more serious side, I tried my best to interpret a psychological hunger as best as I could. What do you think?

Reviews

[Haley]

This was kind of intense, man. At least I felt an intensity. Probably because I feel connected to the feeling (or lack of?) that you portrayed in your writing. Love love love.