Wednesday, August 2, 2017


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


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