I am afraid that I am not the most artistic person and that it is really hard for me to write good poetry so I want to apologize for that.
Firstly, here is the one that I wrote in class about oil and water.
“The whole is supposed to be consistent
But the whole also has parts unknown
The unknown parts don’t mix well with the rest
A different color, a different texture, a different taste
How can we mix when our substance is different
I try to envelop myself around the alien
I’m too dense, the alien slips away
The alien leaves, it separates
This is my identity. An identity with parts that cannot mix into one.
Two identities that I need to chose between.”
This is the one about prions and infections:
“A blood oath he called it. An oath that would bind us forever. An oath that would connect us. That would make us equal. Oh, but little did I know that this action would take away everything that I had, that it would change my identity. And so, I gave it to him. I cut open my finger and touched him. And then it happened. I could feel myself mutating and changing. Now, when I look in the mirror I look different, I have a different composition, a different texture. And I also have a new mission. A mission to make our team stronger. Yes, he was right, this oath would change me. It made me like him. It made us a team. A team that science has not found a way to compete against. And that is why we are now invincible.”
This is a small prose that I believe demonstrates the mutation that occurs by emphasizing on the fact that it is passed through blood exchange and that is slowly takes over and changing everything about one’s self. In the end, I also wanted to emphasize that he has not gone to the “dark side” and is looking to mutate others that are innocent.