Werewolf with a Poem in Head

it's the full moon out and i'm spiraling

aug 11, 2025

it's the full moon out, and i'm spiraling

my accent pours out thick like hot molasses,
bubbling with the pitch of nervous laughter

see, i take my pills so i don't change
they're so effective i forget the date
the moon cycle reminder swiped silent

i invite my friends to swim
belly up in the green water with the
dead fish shimmering silver

what is that?

her voice ripples over the water
waves from howling jetskis
god i envy their howls
they they may cry freely
while mine be collared and keyed

i know the sky is pink
beyond the black clouds
& i tell her the blossoming orange figure on the horizon

is the sun

for if it were the moon it meant i a
thoughtless
violent friend

to be wrong is to be Uplifted
by your conscious

wave crashes me
tide growing stronger surrounded by tide
magnetism creeping into my
saltless wrinkled fingers
black clouds part
warmth washes through the cracks in the sky
blooms across my face and skin
moon beckons me in

my flesh unravels at her command
as the water turns
black

though i am now in control
i cannot deny that i have been feral
i take my pills so i do not change
so the corpses behind me
cannot give chase
think im fixed but im still running

it's the full moon out, and i'm spiraling
flesh unravels at her command

did i have something to tell you?
something i wanted to show you this night?
i would speak only if you
bared your fangs too