My bones are popping,
Skin is shredded,
Become something,
Legends dreaded.
Nose to snout,
And feet to paws,
Upon those grey four,
I grow claws.
My heart's constricting,
Breath is light,
I don't feel human,
Not weak, not slight.
I yell, but howl,
I'm something new,
Paw prints in soil,
The only clue.
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