Living Breathing Thing
It lives in my head. Always trying to get out. Beating at my skull. Screaming behind my eyes. Stealing all my thoughts. It wants life. It wants freedom to grow and take over everything it touches. My mouth opens and it tries to crawl out. It seeps from my fingertips onto clean pages. Sometimes I feel like I'm vomiting out words and can't stop. All so that it can be free. Yet when it is whole and a part of this world it's still not content. Because it still can't have life until it can feed on more minds. For me there's no relief. For another begins to grow. Demanding life. Trying to get out. Beating at my skull.