Writhing
searching
cawing begging howling!
the moon rises full
I'm not comfortable in my own skin.
The field glows blue
full moonlight washing over
the rage!
THE RAGE!
It burns!
my skin takes another shape.
Weeping
shouting
clawing
roaring
sobbing
Violent saddness
morose anger
burning inside my soul
pale fleshy skin explodes
fur where it once was
reveal the beast inside
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