Werewolf

Teal pink fades to black

A streak of silver shoots across the sky, illuminating my body in the glow of glitter and twilight.

I wrap the earth around me and wait for you to come.

Trees cry and the moon bleeds. Still, I am alone.

The change happens with a quick slowness, like a flower opening.

I know I am different than I was before, but somehow I unfurled and stretched with such lithe grace that I can’t remember where I started.

Or why I am here.

The moon is high.

You are alone.

And Im ready to feast.