it is excruciating
the rebirth you have
induced in me!
the transformation I am undergoing
resembles something more of the
occult
than the fresh and shimmery breeze
of spring.
it is more sinister
than the ethereal blooming
of the wildflowers on the hills
that turn their heads
away
from my harmful gaze,
and so, with my newly acquired fangs
I will suck the nectar from the honeysuckles
sprouting on the trees
and crush mulberries in my fists
and I will conquer Spring for the fiery core of the earth is
within me.
