Clawing at the broken, soiled earth

Dirt beneath the serrated nails

Howls bleak a wicked spine of wind

Blood is demanded out blackening lips

 

Moonbeam, catalyst, caster of spell

Makeshifted hand into paw, teeth, coarse hair

Running long, wild, naked, free

Something dormant unhinges, releases

 

From the bondage of being human

Civilized and mannered, courteous and heeled

But animal in nature (nature always wins)

Breaks out of containment to realize a kill.

 

All Rights Reserved (C) March 2018 John J Vinacci

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