I am a werewolf.
Waves of pain
Bitter transformation
I bite back
When nothing is wrong
Queasy ramblings
Crying in the bathroom
Clutching onto my stomach
I pray for forgiveness
Fur on my body
Shaved and prickly
Pushing down my nature
I spit out my humanity
Scarlet paints the floors
My fangs throb in my mouth
I crave contact and solitude
Flesh and starvation
I’m colorblind but I can still see
Red.
I am a werewolf.
I soon regain my humanity
Divine womanhood returns
At the end of the week
I can throw my chains away
And sigh because it’s over
But relief is never permanent;
Next month,
I’ll transform again.
