31 January 2013
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.
The Werewolf. • Opuss № I