There is a stirring there:
a ravaging hunger that needs to be met,
a release to myself and the world,
a cutting from a knife deep within.

What is it that I want to say?

This, the mystery that finds its way
out and finds its way in, as expression,
as a thing that has to form for it
is from life itself, from me that will
depart and leave this fragment behind.

The stirring cannot be ignored for
it is a beast that wants everything
and gives nothing in return,
a vampiric creature of the night that
suckles at the heart and takes its toll.

22/2/2025