Full Moon Rising

I 've heard legends and myths about a bright full moon
In the spring time when all of the wolfs banes bloom
Before it shines bright and hangs high overhead
My skin itches and burns and my eyes turn blood red
My ears start to prickle and my brain starts to burn
and the last thing I ate,in my stomache,now turns
Regurgitating and down on all fours
I stare in the toilet,it reflects old folklore
But before I can panic my fingers explode
My toes do the same and my back's in arch mode
The gums in my mouth start to fester and ache
And the roar in my tummie felt like an earthquake
Inscrutable horrendous rage taking me
I find myself howling and my body's hairy
And then I see red and I feel hunger dawn
And as I burst forward I....black out,not here,I'm gone.....

I wake up naked and in my doorway
With mud on my body and dry blood on my face
I started to dry heave and hacked up a lung
I coughed up a finger,it looked pretty young
I was in shock as the cat was hissing and
the news paper read "6 Dead And 1 Is Still Missing"!!
I picked up the finger and started to shake
I remembered the legend and the trouble I'd make
I'll end this story,it's night once again
I watch the clouds parting and.............HOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOO!!!!!
Spitbak Spitbak
46-50, M
1 Response Feb 27, 2012

Awesome poetic experience!!!!

Thank you very much my dear!I always aim to please!!!HUGE HUGS!!!

and hugs too.... U are a KEEPER in the friend department!!!

I love you!!!