You've known me since before my birth, prayed for my strength, and vitality, you've raised me from womb and blessed my heart.
Praised my soul yet you've also slowly destroyed it, you let me gain trust in you, faith, only to let me know that you control it. You own it, you own me, not even my parents had this much control but you did because I trusted you. I gave you my deepest secrets so you can lock it in a box, yet you used it to watch me, to make sure I was put in line and didn't step out of term.
Your smile is bright yet still it brings fear within my fragile heart, scared to pick up my quill for if I flinch but a second you would break it.
"Are you scared of me?", You asked, "Are you afraid of me?" You question with open arms as I quiver. A smile propping on my face but only because I am fearful for what you would do if I were not.
Mouth closed because I don't want you to snap at me and my very arms open whenever you need a shoulder to cry on because I am here.
It used to be better between us, we would giggle and I would laugh at the jokes you would tell, genuinely. You were a jester and I was the audience, awaiting your next fable, and you would tell the best. Joyous days until the curse of age started to hit you, and you took it upon yourself to do what you could to stop it. The world hitting you hard as people start to criticize your work, claiming that your passion had aged with your body, forming bitterness in your bones.
Your body rejecting all forms of artificial medicine as you crave a savior to take it all away. Labels a poison to you as you started to see me as an enemy. Tears streaming down your face as you know you miss your own life, the happiness, and freedom but your new sense of self has you anchored. Changed, and I don't recognize you anymore, I still love you but you aren't the same person who was there for me during my birth, the one who prayed over my life and happiness.
Now, you are forgetful, offensive, and patronizing, judgmental stealing the smile that you had when you were really full of glee. Pretending everything is alright when really it's falling apart and you refuse to get help, refuse to see that I have grown and matured enough to understand.
But can I really blame you entirely? When the world pissed on your leg like a dog, and shit on your foot as if you were nothing.
When you tried to share kindness but humanity gave you anger, balled up rage from simply trying to survive. For being a person and even worse a woman.
Working your ass off to please higher ups that take your ideas, smiling even when people look at you like a trophy. Like a prize when you are a human too, trying to teach us better yet the internet tries to kidnap your children, your nieces.
Watching as this country gives us death and feeds us slop from the bottom of the barrel, the worse of the worst.While the rich eat like pigs, getting all the health benefits from the food we are suppose to eat while letting us slowly starve. Bodies filled with fat and butter as we cry out for help but no one saves us, our own kind making fun of the crisis as if it's a game.
Suicide rising with each job lower their wages, our people screaming for change or something to be better as smoke fills our lungs.
Horror is not in the movies, it's in our reality.
He felt better than he did a few hours ago, his jaw sore full of iron but at least the pain was eased and he could move again. Walk, maybe not run yet but at least he was out of the field and deeper into the forest, away from the nearby village hunters. He yawned, he missed home but he knew he couldn't go back. Not like this and even if he went to the witch, she was busy trying to fix him.
Which still felt like a fairytale more than his transformation, the fact that she would take the time to actually cure him because she wanted to was honorable, selfless. Something he wouldn't know how to repay her with not even if he tried. He took a deep breath, glancing up to see a cave, sharp edges and the smell of blood in the distance, "Did someone leave leftovers?" He questioned, quickly rushing over to the area but stopping once he smelled other creatures.
"Vultures." He growled, claws growing sharp and drool leaking from his bloodied-teeth, and with a passing breeze he leaped into action. Rushing into the dark cave and opening his teeth to the historic birds, grabbing two in his mouth before the others clawed at him. Scattering as he swallowed saggy flesh and coming to a pile of jumbled deer, the rest of his meal dropping as he stepped back.
He had heard of stories of mutated creatures but never seen one until now and it made his stomach ache. The meal he had just consumed was soon out of his stomach as a pile of slop, body shaking as the site of the conjoined limbs made him twitch. An absolutely pitiful agony as his eyes strained to stay open as a new fear started to build in his skull, more than death.
"I need to…G.get out of here.." He stumbled back against the wall, crashing hard, before charging out of the cave, the sun bright but he didn't care he just needed to get out of there.
Out to find the witch, she would know what to do, maybe how to fix it, maybe how to get this unsettling feeling out of his stomach. At least hopefully, because he doesn't want to end up like that, a jumbled mess awaiting death to hit, anything but that.