Body-less hands, fingers
Skin like sane, reaching out
To steal me, thoughts and all
Implanting themselves deeply
Throughout my limbs
Crawling between, up and down
My innermost crevices
Peeling back my skin
To replace its own, creating a new
Body for itself while I fall
Entirely apart onto the ground
It shows no empathy, no remorse
Rather, it shuts down
Turning solid as the night
One hundred feet underground
Before the transformation is finished
I steal away in a space inside, empty
Space in this creature’s mind
It’s there that I find its motives
Fear and selfishness
Disappointed in itself, this soul
Has stolen my body to hide
Inside someone not worthy
Of feeling such things so deeply
But it will never work out
This skin will shrivel and dry,
Dying out just like the rest of them
Its fingers always reaching
For something to feed its void
For someone more alive
Than it has ever been
Soon enough the world will run out
Of living creatures from whom
To steal fresh limbs and skin
But I will die here
On the inside of it
I’ll keep its emptiness company
From within
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