Turning

Turning…

She begins to cry, I begin to feel it.

Neither of us could bring ourselves

To end it.

Burning…

She knows what is coming, I try to hide it.

Neither of us could look at it.

But we knew it was there.

She couldn’t. 

I can’t.

A bite out of my dignity.

No where to run.

Why? 

Is there no hope?

Will there ever be?

Not for me.

I am already dead.

I am not ready to sleep only to awaken.

Without remorse.

Without scruple.

Only ravenous.

Burning…Turning…

I feel it. She sees. (Breathe. Breathe.)

So little time. So much to do.

Neither of us can,

But I have to.

I need to.

No…

Quick to action I reach.

But that’s all. It becomes me.

And I it.

Burning…Turning…

Turned from

Dead

To

Undead.