The brackish air leads me onward dragging me towards it as if a harpy. I know what must occur, I must do this.

I will divide

I reach the docks and start toward the stairway to get on the beach, they are here I can feel their call, they are my family, they have granted me immortality in their embrace.

I need to create

Most are very normal, skittering behind walls, living in sewers and getting killed in traps. Some are similar to mine, they collect and distance themselves and I can find them.

I am a mother

I crawl under the docks and I can see their eyes, boring into me, I am one of them and they can sense it. I stand proud over my brood, but I know I must divide, I must pass on these traits, mine are perfect as are no others.

I am a Father

I fall to my knees as they burrow out of my throat, mixing with the others, continuing the plague. There shall be more, there will be more. I fall into unconscious ecstasy that I can liken only to sex, I am breeding.

I am begotten  

--Last edited by Jacob Brundgardt on 2008-09-27 18:52:27 --