Don't let Wendigo inside

Nothing ever truly went wrong in your lifeNo great tragedy No unbearable loss You had warmth, shelter, even love— But still… you opened the door

You let the darkness inNot out of pain, not out of need—But from boredomOr perhaps for no reason at all

And now, piece by piece,You feel itThe shifting

Your thoughts no longer move in your voiceYour cravings feel older than your bones And each time you blink,you return as something less you,

And more itSomething ancient,Ravenous,And patientYou are being replaced Not in an instant but slowly,deliberately Will wear your skin truer than you ever did - With purpose, with hunger, with meaning