by Gina Bennett

Created on: August 14, 2010

Werewolf

The full moon rises

My blod begins to boil

An indescribable itch

Under my skin, unreachable

My bones begin to pop and crack

My skin begins to stretch

I fall over to my side

Lost in the heat of the change

An itching, a scratching

Something I cannot control

I want out

I want to roam free

I look down at my hands

Now they resemble paws

I can feel my tail

Growing in behind me

The changes finish

The heat dies down

I let out a piercing howl

Tonight the wolf is on the prowl

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