Body-less hands, fingers

Skin like sane, reaching out

To steal me, thoughts and all

Implanting themselves deeply

Throughout my limbs

Crawling between, up and down

My innermost crevices

Peeling back my skin

To replace its own, creating a new

Body for itself while I fall

Entirely apart onto the ground

It shows no empathy, no remorse

Rather, it shuts down

Turning solid as the night

One hundred feet underground

Before the transformation is finished

I steal away in a space inside, empty

Space in this creature’s mind

It’s there that I find its motives

Fear and selfishness

Disappointed in itself, this soul

Has stolen my body to hide

Inside someone not worthy

Of feeling such things so deeply

But it will never work out

This skin will shrivel and dry,

Dying out just like the rest of them

Its fingers always reaching

For something to feed its void

For someone more alive

Than it has ever been

Soon enough the world will run out

Of living creatures from whom

To steal fresh limbs and skin

But I will die here

On the inside of it

I’ll keep its emptiness company

From within