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Cousin to the Werewolf
by Leah Garrison (Age: 20)
copyright 06-02-2004


Age Rating: 13 to 127

 
falling but not going anywhere
still rooted in the harshly cold,
cruel, uncaring ground,
rockhard underneath me.
falling drowning but there's enough oxygen
to support a pack of werewolves
slavering to get at my
tender throat.
waves undulating against my mind,
slowly, anguishly slowly
wearing away the brick wall encasing my intelligence.
I don't want to do this!

the room around me melts and spins,
receding and bursting into a kaleidoscope
of worrying, eyebright colors,
too much! too saturated!
obligingly, they disappear
to reveal the jewel-spangled
sky, in which my cruel destiny
is written in the stars
bright as searing candle-flame.
damn that cool antiques shop!
damn that perfect pendant!

chain metal and precious stones encircling
my tender throat
squirming and re-forming
to create a cold, hard collar
mostly hidden in thickening fur
just as my skeleton
morphs and painfully readjusts.
raging, intense screams turn to screeches
splitting my now too-sensitive ears
flattening against my striped head.

green-gold reflective eyes, devoid
of any revealing emotion
gaze seductively, pensively,
into the oil-painted puddle
slopping on the edge of the rough asphalt road
growing steadily with every hammering raindrop
seeing water-streaked, darkened fur bristling
ears perk, tail drops, hackles rise
a long, lonely cat-call rises into the forgotten night.

the moon, cool, calm, serene
steady luminescense
while dainty, lacy puffules scudd across her face
gazes down upon a drenched
creature of the night,
hissing and spitting at fate.


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07-25-2005 Leah Garrison    

so...
any suggestions?

=^.^=


06-03-2004 Toni Sweeney    

This poem is very confusing you need to work on it a bit. The ending is fine but the beginning is the most confusing. I'm not sure what you could do but if you do figure it out email me.
Toni S.


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