Poetry & Mental Health: Lycanthrope (Original)

Lycanthrope

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Mangled flesh.

Broken bones.

By the moon,

I’ll die, alone.

Your shifting face

and yellow eyes,

Lurk in the dark

to watch me die.

I howl in pain

and claw my skin,

To try and kill

the beast within.

But poisoned blood

runs through my veins,

Fuelling it 

to still remain.

I crawl on Earth

in search for stars,

To try and find

what was once ours.

A tangled mess

of dirt and veins.

I bare my fangs,

so inhumane.

With dark, cold eyes,

you study me.

By now, I've lost

all sanity.

One final snarl

escapes my lips.

I close my eyes

and wonder if

you knew that I had suffered this.

My fatal mind.

Your heart of stone.

Under the moon,

I died, alone.

Now,

Hide the corpse.

Conceal your shame.

A curse bestowed,

by blood and name.

By Kathryn Arbre

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