purpose (spilled ink)

wild

I feel an aching in my vengeful soul.

There is something growling in my chest

a creature snarling with its sharp teeth

and clawing onto my throbbing heart

breaking my rib cage open.

A beast that bares its bold tongue

as if it was created to do so

is crawling up the walls of my throat

clenching to my tongue.

This animal has eaten my heart,

and there is no returning back.

I don't think I want the muscle replaced

where I thought it resided.

It's now nestled between the ribs

of this new companion

digging out itself leisurely.

It's growing in my insides day by day.

And I've begun to wonder

where I end and where this wild creatures begins

or if there was ever any separation at all.