Transition

Darkness always has a way of creeping up, tauntingly. Sitting, resting, waiting for that moment to feel fully alive again. It comes and goes. Feelings of happiness quickly rolls to despair in a chaotic twist that I cannot control. I’m becoming someone else, something else that I can’t name. Blood cravings pull at my insides like a magnetic wave. It hurts. I need it. I can no longer fight this feeling.

Julicia Salvatore