Fireflies Poem by G J Salgado

Deep inside my brain I experienced tales of mystery within my own imagination. My body continued to hunger throughout the night. The dreams were vivid and nightmarish. Unearthly creatures began to unveil themselves. Spine-chilling and disturbing images haunted my mind. The next two nights were repetitious, I could feel my emotions being tortured but enticed. Undead creatures lured me into their behaviors, unto their darkness. I was terrified by its disturbing nature, but I couldn't help from feeling tempted by the wicked and somber atmosphere. I expected myself to feel helpless, but it was impossible for me to feel anything except the craving that now lived inside my bones.

Desires buried deep of extreme thirst and hunger. I was becoming a creature that I didn't recognize. Traveling throughout the forest, that I found myself allured to an unknown power; I struggled against a disadvantage to be human again. My bloodline screamed through me.

Folklore and its entire meaning spoke to me with its burnt native tongue. The presence of my ancestors were known, I could feel them there inside the woods and in my bones.

Everything that I was ever taught and passed down to me had become a new reality. The stories, the legends, the truth; found its way to me, I followed the path that attracted me there. Nocturnal territories lived inside the being that I had always known I was. In the heart of the moonlight, I became the undead.

I was paralyzed from the chill and grim hidden, forbidden evil of this motionless sleep. I was without pain, my heart was pounding out of my chest, if I hadn't felt the thumping pulsations; I would've thought that I had died.

The silent night was discontinued by the howls that could be heard all around me. This interim of death was wearing off. The darkness of night was lifted from me. From the moments of feeling like nothing, to the instance of knowing everything was wearing off; and I was waking up.

As I woke up, I felt like an evil sorcerer had died inside me. Much like watching a horror film inside my dreams, I waited for the undead to rise. Visions of a forbidden evil and magic were the awful crimes that lurked within my mind.