Never before had I taken what was given to me.
The creature had spoken in finality,
its words through echoes and moans within my mind.
In blindness I rushed away,
the infection thick and heavy with anticipation,
my feet raw, my arms suddenly weary.
It wasn't until the end of the mountainside that I halted.
I was trapped, and before me,
contorted and rooted in bile was my creation,
echoing again my disbelief through the air.
The infection had found my heart,
frail in suspense of death,
struggling to beat back what I hoped would stop my thoughts.
I began to weep as I fell to my knees,
a witness to the end as the creature lifted its arms.
My body, limp and without blood blew in the wind,
and the thing hissed as I felt life finally drain from me.
"I am you."