#awhoo

I used to record my sleep talking on an app every night.

I said a lot of swear words and a lot of,

"Wait! Don't go."

I secretly wanted to know if

I ever disappeared at night. If I mutated my limbs and howled, carefully, before

becoming a curse of the moon.

Years later, a friend of a witch told me

to cover my windows at night. Told me that the moonlight

was pouring someone else's anger into my bedroom.

That's when I noticed the wild

in my eyes. The pain of a bone structure

always trying to break itself

In order to recreate itself in someone else's image.

The only way to sedate a werewolf

is to change her curse