the moon is full once a week now.
long ago, I have given up looking at the sky, clear as my heart is not, clear as my future fails to be. I do not know the shape the moon takes in reality, but in my mind, it is circular and bright.
it is the moon in my mind that dictates to me. when it is full, my claws emerge, sharp and dirty. when it is full, my teeth emerge, gleaming, snarling. I do not know how I look to others, but in my mind, I am a monster.
every regret that has ever passed through this heart finds anger and magic within this soul, finds anger and magic within my history. I do not know what the truth is anymore, but in my mind, it's full of failures.
I am the wolf, and I will destroy every last piece of human flesh on my fingers, every last hair on my chinny chin chin. I do not know if they notice, and in my mind, they do not care.
I am the cursed one, and I am awaiting my death as I strip my thumb bare of its skin, as I strip myself bare of my humanity. I do not know if I'll survive the night, and in my mind, I am already gone.
