Going Mad

A dark poem.

An obscure lump slid its way across the floor. 
A trail of black ooze left a trail of sludge. 
I am not afraid. 
In fact, I embrace it.

It wriggles in my hands,
A moist texture with chunky bits. 
Chunky bits like the inside of pickled okra.
I am not disgusted. 
In fact, I accept it.

A small bone tong reaches upward,
Dripping obsidian-like wetness on my chest. 
The aggressive talon pierced me. 
I am not in pain.
In fact, I liked it.

The talon pierced me deeper,
The slinky worm-like appendage slid inside.
It crawled toward my heart but didn’t stop. 
I was not confused. 
In fact, I asked for this.

Up my spine, twist, twist, turn,
Heading to my head, my brain.
The beast that is my body that needed to be tamed. 
I was terrified. 
In fact, I changed my mind.

To be inhabited by this creature,
For it to banish my thoughts and emotions.
It wrapped like a snake around my brain stem.
I was getting evicted.
In fact, I was floating into the abyss.

The creature took me, 
I descended without expectation of return. 
It swallowed me whole into the void.
I was not in control.
In fact, I was just an observer now.

This was my evolution into true madness.

Prompt by Ravyne Hawke in Promptly Written “Tuesday Twosome
Conceptual theme — Madness”