The Gestation Pits

Beneath my skin I drown,
The world has become incompatible,
toxic to my very essence.
I struggle against this precipice of change,
this pit of transformation. 
I gulp for air
as my lungs fill with water.
Inside me, the sleeping thing gurgles
I don't want it,
I don't want to,
I do not want this.

I feel my blood boiling
and soon I'll see red
and soon I won't remember who I am anymore,
but I'll survive.
Claws and teeth and blood
it's natural
it's the way of things.
it's what I am.

I do not want this.

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