I'm waking up with a bloody mouth. My teeth are humming, catching every resonance of noise and movement that vibrates through the air. I feel like a bat. I feel like a vampire. Maybe I"m waking up in the middle of the night, swooping out across the town and preying on young, dumb, bright things wandering where they shouldn't be. Or maybe I'm just brushing too hard. My tongue is irritated, raw from scrubbing and lashing at my buzzing teeth. It feels empty, like there's no blood or muscle in it. It feels foreign and it itches, this must be how organ recievers feel. Like there's something inside of them that shouldn't be there. I'm going to bite off my tongue. Tear it straight down the middle with my incisors and crush any dangling threads with my angry molars. I'll find it's original donor, kill them, drink their blood, become a vampire. That's what normal people do, right?
With tenderness, Travis