All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness,
2 Timothy 3:16
I cannot tell my body what to do. I cannot tell my body to turn back. But I know my first day of school will probably be my last.
I see a school, and it is big, and it has students. On the sidewalk, there are students. Without control of my own legs, I move to them. And they say to me, 'You will reap for us.'
I don't know what that means. I apprach the students of the school and they look at me. I look at the dice but eyes, are also not my own.
"What you want bitch?" he asks me. He stands up and looks me up and down. "You little." he says to me. My voice is not my own. "Are you playing dice?"
"Yeah bitch," says a boy with a durag. "We playin' dice." his friends join in with tittering.
"Let me blow on them."
They coo, "You wanna blow on my dice?" he swipes the dice from the ground. My eyes feel hot. "I want 11. Can you get me 11?"
He hands them to me. I have no control. I lick the dice. "What is wrong with you?" he sneers.
"She probably got AIDS or some shit. Man, fuck it." his friends get up. "Probably homeless too. I hate hoes..." he grunts. He turns his back to me and my eyes are hot.
"Why are you leaving me?" my voice is so emotionless, hallow. He clicks his tongue. My body is not mine anymore.
His friend swish around as they hear him scream. "GET OFF, GET OFF!" They make him kneel and my teeth dig deeper. "Get off him bitch!" A nigga kicks me in my head but my teeth don't move.
From the back of the head, the side of my face, one grabs my shoulders and tries to pull me off. Eventually I let go and the body fall to the side as my mouth opens and his soul is mine.
They rejoice.
My neck cracks, "I have to feed the children. They need bodies." I count four of them. "Give me your body."
"You ain't getting nothin' from me bitch!" a boy with short braids lunges at me. His fist balled up, though brave, it goes right through me.
I want to be alive. I don't know how to stop. And they say unto me, 'You will reap.'
"You a vampire!" they shout. "You fucking vampire!"
There is one in a white tank top and black grey pants. He breathes heavily. One foot follows after the other. He's across the street, but I'm at the street corner, he is foot slides against gravel when he sees me zip to him.
All I see is pink...
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On the second floor of the world
Braces gnawing at the jaw
Conviction to the underworld
A magnum opus to hocus pocus
Silhouette like groundhog day
Like child's play, it's all hearsay
Make a tally mark subjugated by voluntary anarch
They all come out of my body.
One, two, three, four, and five. Five bodies for five souls and each soul entered the body. 'We are sown.' I dropped to my knees exhausted.
The bodies tangle, lifting from the concrete. They sloppily get up and their heads twitch. "Thrall..." they say.
"What the fuck!" I hear them inside me. 'Fie ilaa bo eni!' My eye flexes, just like the underground. I can't understand anything. "GO!" my own breath burns my throat. I have no control. I get up and my feet hover, "Go!" and the bodies walk beside me.
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We get to the school entrance, I can't stop myself.
We stand in front of the doors and a man is going in and another opens the door for him on the inside. "Fie! Ara Ara kum-yin! yetu ni corpora!" the bodies howl, Something comes tgrough my own throat. But I don't want to.
The windows of the school are blasted out. Glass on the grass. The bodies rush inside the school. The man that held the door was grabbed and arms broken as two bit his face and shoulder. Their mouths are red with blood. What is happening.
The souls come out of me and take over. We have another. My feet glide across the ground and go through the school. "Tie-go." I command, and they race down hall on all fours.
One bolts into the office and like a savage beast he drags a woman out screaming. His teeth latch onto her throat.
There was man inside that office, he come to help, but she's dead and a soul leaves me to take it.
Her and him stare at him before pouncing on him, biting his throat and clawing at his toes.
Soon the top floor is on fire with screaming.
I'm scared but they are not. Souls pour out of me and my lips move from another. "Ke-ke, kama Baha zey na tem."
A body in school clothes comes rolling down the stairs without a leg. A student runs into a wall just be pin to it by a vampire and his spine is licked and ate.
I ascend to the top floor and there is a boy with a gun. The bullet flies into my shoulder but eventually squeezes out of me and I hear a ping. "Bianita!" I move my hand to the side and his body thrust into the lockers. "Zmer!" I cackle. I can't stop this. "Em popo!" I holler and all the caught bodies surround me. "What the fuck are you doing!"
I hear a male voice and I feel bullets at my back but the 'children' they fight for me. All the pain is replaced with screams.
What is help to the helpless?
Soul after soul takes a body and blood is painted on the school stairs, walls, floor, and people's faces.
What have I done?
'You are like us.' It's in my head. "Èmó tak bon kazi ka she tani."
What is that figure? This person before me? I've seen her before.
That red hair... those crazy eyes and thinness. "Pata maa ons ma! Mána ho! De Popo!"
The children yell out, "De popo! polisy die polisie."
This vision. 'Wees hogee huru te de ne ho!' And the New shout, "Fam!"
They rejoice and more souls come out of me.
Hem mfal O'