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Werewolves

Christensen Low

 

One minute sane

Humans

Then chemistry changed

The moon brightened

The stars blinded

Our judgment

As we become

What we feared,

Ourselves

And with sharp fangs

No silver bullet

Stopped us

As we devoured

You whole

Ready wolves

We were

Ready to devour

Your self-

Consciousness

If you fell

Stumbled

Flinched an inch

We wounded you

Mocking your weaknesses

Hoping your weaknesses

Were there