Metamorphosis Poem by Paige Nielsen

Burning on the outside,
burning within.
Flame replaces ice and is thrust
animalistically
through my veins.
Heart pounds like a hoodoo drum.
It hurts to breathe-
Pointedly,
enamel elongates.
The tears that scream
from my feverish orbs
are as black as
a hole in the fabric of reality
as black as
a neverending spiral downward
as black as
a roguish brigand's heart.
My voice, raw and raspy,
releases this intrinsically stifling pain.
That's not my voice, is it?
My voice screaming like the
soul I no longer have?
Metamorphosis.
Reincarnation.
Reinvention.
The Change.