brittle and raw
like paper and death
sweet and tranquil
like nectar
pouring from the sweetest flower
the smell of death
and burning leaves
shed my skin
and take another
why would I want to be me
the moon judges me
as I run into the woods
I look at it and howl
it taunts me anyway
I forget it instantly
as the smell invades my nose once more
I follow that sweet tranquil smell
the one that burns my nostrils
I run untill my legs may snap
trees zip by
faster than the Japanese maglev
my senses zone in
just beyond the trees
he walks in plane sight
to his destination
he carries a bag and a flashlight
but I am just out of sight
the smell gets stronger
as I get closer
zipping like a sighlent bullet
past the unwanted trees
untill finally I'm right up on him
the smell makes me almost faint
untill in his delicious neck my teeth sink
and he's in my arms
Naomi~wingedfeature
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