Song of a WerewolfA Poem by WildeWhoreI can't explain it. The urge just hit me one night, and I wrote a poem in the mind of a werewolf (as I'd imagine it)and Death’s clangor spills out in a symphony from your smashed skull and all the headlights in your eyes split in two, casting jewelight on the road… and your belly split just like a log, soft & damp with dew and the moon, the yellow underbelly, and hyena’s jaws sobbing into the dirt and everything fell to focus when the talons ripped out of my knuckles, the thickets of hair clot in my pores, and everything ripped open black, everything… and Your dress was just a summer cotton breeze around you before the blood got out of it and ate through the threads like fire, twisted furrows in your flesh, holes don’t feel but taste, all body full and seething in the dark’s heat, my own soul ripped in stringlets twisted and seeping out onto this black-stain highway beneath a moon, this, moon, on our nights divided to sequences of silence, between the drum beaten between my ears, the silence between that grows between the hairs that grow ... churning, dipping into moonlight © 2009 WildeWhore |
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1 Review Added on September 13, 2009 Last Updated on September 14, 2009 AuthorWildeWhoreVTAboutI am 16 as of now... so, there's really not much of a biography to my life so far. I have my own opinions, always under influence of my favorite people (there are too many to list, ranging from emmine.. more..Writing
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