by Shawn Bailey

Created on: November 23, 2010

I came home @ 8:15

and locked my door.

I sat my custom alarm and

set things in motion,

as I always do

on full moons

once a month.

And the lights flash on

and light floods the room

and all my friends from work

are smiling and holding gifts

and there is a beautiful cake

on the table.

I feel guilty as the

Moon

washes over me like a

nocturnal, silver soul

and my friends scream and scream,

but I've got bars on the windows and

sound proof walls

and as my

Canines

expand fast enough to crack my jawbone,

I wonder what kind of icing is on the

Cake.

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