Beastly

Moonlight brightens the sky
I stare out into the night
My life has gone awry
Because of one fearful bite

Freewill bends to instinct
It scratches under my skin
It’s too much, I can’t think
Who will forgive me for this sin

Bones crack, lengthen and twist
Flesh reforms with a bestial cry
This is not a curse, but a gift
Tonight someone will surely die

— Keith Gouveia

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