January 23, 2012
By AnnieRae22 BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
AnnieRae22 BRONZE, Rochester Hills, Michigan
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My anger takes control of me:
I want to fight this stupid boy
it plays every day in my mind
I shift into a werewolf
Instantly i turn fearless
I make eye contact with him.
Then show him all my teeth and start to growl.
In an instant I lunge at him, and knock him off his feet.
He can barely mutter a cry for help.
He thrashes as i bite into his fleshy skin.
I dodged every defensive move he makes.
I can feel his warm bittersweet blood as it drips from my fangs.
I look down at him, my furry body over his.
blood stained and tattered, his eyes sparkling with tears.
I force myself off of him, take one more good look at my damage.
Then start sprinting away.

The author's comments:
This is my most favorite poem that i have ever written. I love Werewolves and so this poem really shows a side of me. I wrote it while i was angry, and it turned out to be amazing.

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