Soucouyant

I tear at my flesh.
Cry-
tears to quench drought,
but not this.
Internal inferno.
Who am I?
Who I am,
trapped.
Serpentine veins wrap round, writhing
under amniotic flesh.
Blood pulsing hot.
Flaming, flowing, longing
to break free.
How
can
flesh feel so wrong?
I tear and claw.
Bleed.
Till I burst.
Born, I rise.
Flaming ball.
Slipping off sac like skin,
I fly.
And burn, burn, burn
the world.
There is revelation in revolution.
Evolution in liberation.
My true self revealed.
Oh, how they wait with salt!
But they cannot touch me.
Now I am.
Free.