the shift became her
or she became the shift
either way, it was immediate
as simple as inhaling
from one moment to the next
tone and timbre had evolved,
or perhaps devolved,
into groan and growl.
with precision focus
unfettered and unchained
she followed the path
as it changed
there was only one purpose
only one destination
yet she followed
with measured steps.
pulse by pulse
breath by breath
words strung together
in a line
she was at one end
drawing up the slack
inching closer and closer
panting with every breath
closer she drew
the line becoming shorter
as she closed the distance
to the end
sweat glistened
muscles burned
the shift making her
someone else.
suddenly and from nowhere
as if exploding from within
something erupted
from the depths of her soul
she wailed with the sounds
of lust and pain
as if in agony
she screamed and roared.
in the moment, the shift began
she became someone other than her
when the bellow past her clenched jaw
something ripped loose in her soul.
a sound comparable to nothing
I have ever heard before
perhaps the scream at the first breath of life
or the sound when there are no words.
otherworldly and purely savage
raw with no restraint
and then her breath resumed its pace
yet she could barely speak.
like nothing ever before, she said
she had become, in her mind
her body mimicked her every thought
the echo now a moment in time
~formymuse~
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