Small. Thin. No bones. No claws. no teeth. No
poison. Just softness. Weakness. But I am alive.
They think me dead, They think they killed me,
but I live.
Dark earth surrounds me. Pressed down on me.
Hides me. The darkness is my whole world. I
know the sun still shines only because there are
times when I fell a hint of it's warmth.
One day I will see the sun again. I will rest. I will
grow strong. I will emerge into the light.
One day I will be mightier than the sun. And my
enemies will burn.
And this time the will die forever.
. . .
I have emerged into the sunlight. Still helpless.
Defenseless. I can only wriggle on my belly. No
one who sees me now could begin to imagine the
power I once had. The power I will have again.
I stretch. Contract. Impatient for
my strength to grow.
Was my existence somethign like this when I first
came to be, before I had any awareness of myself?
I have wondered about my origins, of course.
What else is there to occupy me here in the dark?
I imagine I could have been created anywhere,
anywhere humans could be found, because with
humans come lust and envy and hatred, the host
of dark, tasty emotions I need to survive. Would I
have formed in a desert? I suppose so. Eventually.
But I imagine it happened faster on an island, with
the humans so close together, trapped together, all
that emotion building, brewing, ready to explode.
I suspect something happened on my
island. Something especially strong and juicy. All
that energy couldn't go unused. That is not the
way nature works. And so I came to be. For I am
natural. As natural as me prey.
My prey. I cannot wait to be close to them again.
To taste.
For now, I stretch. Contract.
Then I am lifted up. And I am soaring into the air.
Climbing toward the sun. Exhilaration fills me.
Until I am dropped in a wet maw. Death so close.
I will not let this be the end. I thrust my power,
my fire, out, out, out. And I am in a new body.
Still weak. But so much stronger. Never again will
I have to crawl on my belly. And I can see now. I
can feel my heart pumping inside me.
I have bones again.
Presently, I will be stronger still. I must be patient.
It will not happen again.
But my time will come again.
. . .
Aaaah. I stretch. My new body is a new universe. I
stretch. the transfer has weakened me. But I am
much closer to my prey. I can easily walk among them.
They love my kind. They pet me, feed me scraps of
their own food, they let me sleep on their beds.
I will grow strong here in this body.
And when I am ready to transfer again . . . Yes.
Aaaah. I will be inside my prey. I will control my
food. I will drain every drop of hate and envy and
anger. Some are easy to find. I reach in, and it is
there, waiting for me. A touch and it flowers like
blood from a wound. Some I have to work for.
Fear can easily be twisted into the emotions I
crave. And even in love there are tiny veins
of fear, anger, envy, and sometimes even hate itself.
All I need to do is squeeze these veins until they
taint the love. Then I can consume it all,
growing stronger and stronger.
Until I will no longer need a host. Then I will have
my own body once more. And I will stretch.
And I will feed. And I will destroy.
Then I will stretch again.
poison. Just softness. Weakness. But I am alive.
They think me dead, They think they killed me,
but I live.
Dark earth surrounds me. Pressed down on me.
Hides me. The darkness is my whole world. I
know the sun still shines only because there are
times when I fell a hint of it's warmth.
One day I will see the sun again. I will rest. I will
grow strong. I will emerge into the light.
One day I will be mightier than the sun. And my
enemies will burn.
And this time the will die forever.
. . .
I have emerged into the sunlight. Still helpless.
Defenseless. I can only wriggle on my belly. No
one who sees me now could begin to imagine the
power I once had. The power I will have again.
I stretch. Contract. Impatient for
my strength to grow.
Was my existence somethign like this when I first
came to be, before I had any awareness of myself?
I have wondered about my origins, of course.
What else is there to occupy me here in the dark?
I imagine I could have been created anywhere,
anywhere humans could be found, because with
humans come lust and envy and hatred, the host
of dark, tasty emotions I need to survive. Would I
have formed in a desert? I suppose so. Eventually.
But I imagine it happened faster on an island, with
the humans so close together, trapped together, all
that emotion building, brewing, ready to explode.
I suspect something happened on my
island. Something especially strong and juicy. All
that energy couldn't go unused. That is not the
way nature works. And so I came to be. For I am
natural. As natural as me prey.
My prey. I cannot wait to be close to them again.
To taste.
For now, I stretch. Contract.
Then I am lifted up. And I am soaring into the air.
Climbing toward the sun. Exhilaration fills me.
Until I am dropped in a wet maw. Death so close.
I will not let this be the end. I thrust my power,
my fire, out, out, out. And I am in a new body.
Still weak. But so much stronger. Never again will
I have to crawl on my belly. And I can see now. I
can feel my heart pumping inside me.
I have bones again.
Presently, I will be stronger still. I must be patient.
It will not happen again.
But my time will come again.
. . .
Aaaah. I stretch. My new body is a new universe. I
stretch. the transfer has weakened me. But I am
much closer to my prey. I can easily walk among them.
They love my kind. They pet me, feed me scraps of
their own food, they let me sleep on their beds.
I will grow strong here in this body.
And when I am ready to transfer again . . . Yes.
Aaaah. I will be inside my prey. I will control my
food. I will drain every drop of hate and envy and
anger. Some are easy to find. I reach in, and it is
there, waiting for me. A touch and it flowers like
blood from a wound. Some I have to work for.
Fear can easily be twisted into the emotions I
crave. And even in love there are tiny veins
of fear, anger, envy, and sometimes even hate itself.
All I need to do is squeeze these veins until they
taint the love. Then I can consume it all,
growing stronger and stronger.
Until I will no longer need a host. Then I will have
my own body once more. And I will stretch.
And I will feed. And I will destroy.
Then I will stretch again.
