Growing Pains

Like in a devilish rage I’m violently tossing and turning. My screams and grunts fill the air and I feel as if my body is going through a metamorphosis. From a beast to the old me is what I pray for, but damn this excruciating pain. Without needle points piercing my skin and poisonous venom coursing through my veins I’m weak and thirsty, praying for help.