Transformation

I lick my lips

And taste my own blood.

I can feel myself changing from within.

I hear the echo

Of the madwoman's voice

Calling from the inside.

She is always below the surface

Neatly bound in ribbons

Scratching messages on the walls of my mind.

She was my prisoner

But now, something is different.

Now I struggle to subdue her and I have found

She possesses great strength.

Strength that is growing.

Strength I am not sure I can match.

She knows this, and hums softly to herself

Biding her time.

The humming keeps me up at night.