Rabid

Something runs down my face,
Sweat, saliva, or tears.
I’m giddy,
Dizzy,
Screaming in joy.
I’ve never been so close to you.
My body is shaking,
The anticipation of attack - or love to come.
I will have you, dead or alive.
It’s been so long since I’ve felt adoration,
But there’s something in the pit of my stomach.
The anticipation turns into horror;
My throat closes up.
Every sound is like a gunshot.
I don’t know my surroundings,
And the sight of you makes me want to vomit.
Unbeknownst to me and my consciousness,
You are seeping through my skull.
My mind is a demented haze,
An effect of the headache, the swelling, the illness.
Something is blooming, and you horrify me - a simple glass of water.
Category:Poetry
Category:Weird