October 5, 2011
Yellow eyes,
Peering out from behind
Black tinged trees.

The snapping of teeth
Echos through the silence,
An unspoken challenge.
Accept or reject,
Either way blood will shed.

Running underneath the stars,
Speaking to your god,
A beautiful harvest moon.

Change or be changed,
Either way it will never be the same.

Silent ghosts,
Slipping through trees,
Screaming a wolves curse
As the crunch of a spine
Confirms a change.
Eyes glaze over,
In a surge of pain
And pelts fall away
To reveal moonlit skin.

Claws retract
And jaws shorten
Bringing you back
To a weaker version.
One that holds a memory
Of lost sanity.

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AbstractFragment This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Oct. 17, 2011 at 6:07 pm
I love it. I absolutely do. Although it is more my style to use enjambment I still love this. 5/5.
shelbi220 replied...
Oct. 18, 2011 at 3:04 pm
thanks, i had a lot of fun writing this!(:
shelbi220 said...
Oct. 13, 2011 at 5:10 pm
Comments/opinions please??
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