Cursed
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Cursed

Something insatiable resides in me

A being familiar yet alien

Born into a world without permission

Forced to live beneath a layer of skin

Always hungry, always searching,

It seethes.

Briefly content with food, rest and sex

But never fully satisfied

A deep rumbling echoes from its belly

Impossible to fully drown out

And slowly echoing through the spirit.

Using my eyes to see

And my heart to chase what it sees,

The beast aches for freedom.

Quiet desperation reeking from its caged flesh

As I become aware of the innate selfishness

Terrified of it consuming entire worlds

To preserve its own.

The cursed monster suddenly trembles

With a golden, venomous rage

Exhausted by its very existence

And belittled by the heavy curse

Beginning to rise slowly

Still slowly..

Ever so slowly…

Followed by a deliberate pause.

As if waiting for me to rise as well

As if to ask one last time “to what end?”

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