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White Bed Linens

Reawakened

themadwomanswords

A poem about someone waking up and feeling the horror that are no longer the same.

 

As I rise
The feeling to be fed,
Overwhelms me in a way like...
When I used to fill with dread...
Why would it be used to?
When haven’t I even changed?
My body looks exactly the same?
I’m dragging through dirt though?
I feel the cold breeze?
But nothing is changing as I inhale and squeeze.
My lungs are not expanding?
My fingers don’t feel rough?
In fact, I feel nothing,
Other than this hunger that is never enough.

I’m starving,
Its relentless
I feel like scraping away.
I am constantly starving
But everything is making me sick
The feeling is dismay.
I can’t talk properly. It all feels so slow
What the hell just happened
I feel like a ghost.
Fuck......

I need a mirror
I need to see!
What the hell is wrong with Me?
I need help,
I’m starting to panic,
The more this goes on, I can feel myself turn manic...
I’m not panicking!
I put my hand on my breast
I thought I would feel the unrest

My heart isn’t pumping,
What the fuck is wrong with my chest
Just deep breaths
Everything is fine
Wait.
No.
Shit.
Nothing is moving this time.
But I am moving fine...
I’m moving slower and I'm absolutely starving,

Better move faster so no one can harm me.

Look at my reflection,
Stare into the void,
Would like to take these hands of mine,
Let them break and destroy.

But then I see,
A being at their best....
I now start to realise....
That I am now beyond the flesh....
I obsess, I coy,
I scream into the void,
The hunger deep inside me is stronger than any Joy.
I Stalk and I follow,
Slowly in the dark,
No man would win ahead of me,

As I start to walk.
As I start to follow,
As I start to creep,
I feel the saliva move out,
More of my cheeks
I’m drooling with desire
As I barely talk
And drag my broken body
Through the broken dark.

I can see it breathing...
I can see its fear...
It’s making me excited...
As I grow near...
I can start to hear its movement,
I can see it quiver,
I can hear its blood pulse,
And the reminder makes me shiver.


Shivering with excitement.
Watching this little “dear”
Unaware of what’s around,
Preying on it’s undiluted fear.
I know it will be tasty,
Even with traditional disgust.
But I cannot wait until I feast my teeth into the terrified musk.
Of innocence,
Of life,
Of everything I’ve lost,
For I am now, reawakened,
A Human, who is lost,

My heart is awakened,
I’m stealing away,
My “heart” is thumping,
As I start to give in,
My “heart” beats faster,
And I start to obey,
But I don’t pump,
My hearts not there,
I’m just left with longing.
A thousand-yard stare.
I follow the smell,
I get deep in the muck,
I feel my body strengthen,
As its seeps into the rough,
I pounce and I torture,
As I pin down its arm and legs.
Let out my incisors and canine
Their body until it bled
The blood is flowing.
I start to feel glee.
Of the thirst being finally,
Fed in me.

themad

womans

words

@themadwomanswords

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

I'm from Scotland, and my name is Maddy Evans.  Since 2023, poetry has been my preferred form of self-expression. My own experience with mental health is the subject of the majority of my poems. However, I'm examining the idea of waking up and feeling like you've changed in this poetry today. Like being in a dream where everything has altered, including your senses. Something dark has begun to appear. I hope you enjoy reading my work as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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