There's a strange red fluid,
that trickles down her arm.
And as I watch it move so gracefully down toward her hand,
the scent entices my nose.
My senses come alive,
I lunge at her as though I'm an animal.
And as my enstincts kick in,
I picture her seeing nothing but darkness and despair.
Then I see her wrigle and writhe,
unable to break free of my tightened grip.
Her mouth moves so swiftly,
but oddly I am unable to hear the words she utters,
even though they mean nothing to me.
And as though a switch has been flipped,
she ceases all movement.
I've become what I've feared the most.
A monster.
