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The Feral

Her nails had started to grow inwards.Her underused hands didn't complain.She sat in catatonic stubbornness dandruff falling from her head onto her bent shoulders..

She was focusing focusing hard on something in her mind

Her bushy eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration...

Life didn't have to be perfect, she was fine living in limbo stretching from time to time in anarchic poses like a feral cat.

Rainbow tears. My sorrow has so many colours of passion and pain.She wrote in her mind. The tears translucent and glowing keep dropping down on my cheeks..

An easy target a venomous weapon not sure how to use my powers

Still there are days I just lie in bed hoping in a few hours I will be dead

You stopped so low; my pain in consternation.

The emotions never leave and I can't exorcise them

The marks remain bold on my back of the terrified where wolf...the blood and the intensity  protruding for every one to see..the thirst and the ferocity alive for you to devour

Visions in my mind...racing racing through my head like tiny race cars

No speed bumps no safety checks...just a desperation to keep consuming the adrenaline 

Bubblegum rabbits and dancing lolita lollipops...to entertain and cherish the candyland...kids in some candy store chasing one flashy oasis after another...there's no solace no refuge.

Stinking carcasses of men all dead but moving  around zombie like...how should I potray them? They are hollow inside out...the veins on their eyes popping out.

Iam alone even when I am with you...Iam with you even when I am alone

Is it really possible? To read someone's mind? The werewolves can do that.Along with teleportation...no these things don't exist .Never mind the argument of the all knowing shaman.The shaman the shaman hanging down from a tree eating the microscopic bug .The shaman measures blood by the bucketloads of the innocent sacrifices made by men for men.

Why was she so idiosyncratic? So purposely difficult? So friendless and outcasted?

It was she who had invited all the negativity towards her

She knew there was no one to blame for anything that happened in her life except herself...she wanted to go from dreamer to autopilot mode..she wanted to turn into a robot and feel less..for appearance sake everything would be fine..

It could be a quick escape or a large parachute on her side..a plan B a backdoor entry into the mystery and the darkness

The ever consuming wolf...the saliva and the silver bullet in its mouth..he couldn't stand on that sheet of ice..he was skidding on it hanging on to dear life ....the pack left him...

he was looking at his reflection on that white floor

Gods sunny rays on him his short breaths confirming the shortness of his fragile life..so fragile..no one cried while the wolf suffocated ..a quick death and he would be free from the ice cold water and the incessant tribulations of life on planet earth.

Lila looked up as the nurse put some food infront of her.She was sad she couldn't save the wolf even though his plight was clearly visible to her. The pictures formed strange designs in her mind .Of longing and rage of confusion and agony.She knew he didn't want to live anyway

A stony dispassion for everything in this world( just like her)..so close to spirit so cold to touch.

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