of voids and nocturnal beastsMature

I wake up with a void already alive and gurgling in my chest.

I brush my teeth while it screams with hunger,
I comb my hair and it gnaws at the meat on my ribs,
I change my clothes while it licks the bones clean.

I go to work while it curls up around my spine, snoring.
I walk home and it stretches, leaving claw marks on my ribs.
I make dinner while it licks my blood from its lips.

I go to bed and it watches, eyes unblinking in the night.

The End

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