My Moon

The moon...it's light, falling down...

like tiny shards of shimmering glass...

cutting...through my resolve.

I stand amoungst the pumpkins...

nothing but pumpkins for miles around...

and, slowly, I begin to evolve...

My thoughts, whirling and racing..

my teeth...I feel them...chattering..

I hear what sounds like gunshots...

I know it's my bones...shattering...

 I fall to the earth, on my hands and knees...

my stomach churns, I begin to heave...

sounds I'm making, I cannot stop...

so much pain...I begin to sob...

for a moment I am blind...

I can hear myself screaming...

my ribs crack and reform...

my heart stops beating....

...briefly................

.........silence..........................

then...out from my throat...

a loud, deafening howl...

and as I get to my feet...

I utter a sinister growl.....

I stretch, and feel a soft breeze stir...

o'er what was once skin, replaced by fur...

I can see...now...as if it's light...

I watch as vermin take frightened flight...

I can hear a camp fire, crackling..

hear a mans low, soft whistling...

his scent is relaxed...unaware...

I gauge the distance, from here to there.....

....I come up behind him....

he raises his head, to listen...

too late.....

I have his throat....he...his fate.....

~Angie Komiotis~