by Erik Ivan James
(modified from a previous post at Inside The Gazebo)
"Full moon: shining down on me like a piss-yellow eye.
The yellow glow of a wart smothered whore.
I see in your shadows the drippings of a slut.
You push against my rationale.
You ebb away my sanity.
Full moon: you bear upon me like an evil bitch.
I know your manipulations to my fragile mind, molding it now to smut.
The ravage and plunder, like that of a brutal prick.
I've let your influence rip out my heart and crush it back to dirt.
You've stomped out the love from me.
You've butchered my compassion.
Full moon, you ugly bastard!"
Wayne looked up from the rumpled paper and the broken, dripping pen. His gaze forced its way toward the beckoning moon. His reflection in the window made him tremble. The mass of hair now again on his face, his arms and hands. From his throat began his call to his master.