Transformation

The taste of copper filled her mouth. She no longer had any control; her bloated and distended fingers grabbed at handfuls of dark red hunks of flesh. While watching the grotesque hand, visions of slender and nimble fingers writing poetry flashed to the forefront.    Aches from years of marathon training and events did not bother her legs any more. She no longer had control of these broken and twisted mockeries. Once more a vision appeared, this time of a line of tape stretched across two thick pylons. The wind blowing in her long blonde hair, which was tied in a ponytail. Heat from a blazing sun making her sticky and covered in sweat. Powerful and toned legs pumping hard as she crosses the finish line.   A sound brings her back to reality. She has no control. The body turns, it’s bulging and popping with bubbles of crimson. Any beauty or grace that she possessed was turned into a mockery of human form. Unbidden visions leaped back into the mind. Visions of a night of passion, hands running around her body, backs arching and the eventual relaxation of large muscles.   As the vision finished she was again face to face with a corpse. “I have no control.” she thought. Thinking and reliving old memories was all Penny could do anymore. Her mind, the only thing she had control over. The body no longer responded to the former owner. If she could cry she would. “Please God end this nightmare.” she screamed in mental anguish.