The wind stirs the demons in my heart and they howl in protest before flying free of my body. Set in motion, they latch on and leach happiness from those closest to me. I can see them sucking greedily but am powerless to do anything but watch them destroy the ones I love.
It’s devastating, yes, but it is also a relief. These vampires live within me all the time and the wind that rips them from my flesh is the only solace I get. My life is ruled by such dualities. Everything is a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Soon enough the wind will calm and my body will call back its monsters, where they will resume their gnawing and gnashing. That too will be both agony and relief. The pain is always nearly unbearable, but when the beasts are within me I do have the pleasure of seeing my loved ones happy again.
Perhaps there is a way I may be rid of these parasites. Perhaps they are a burden I alone am supposed to carry.
I suspect the truth will be revealed to me in time but for now I wait at the mercy and pleasure of the wind. If you must be near me presently, I apologize for the drain you will inevitably feel, and offer the only condolence I know: they haven’t killed anyone yet.