Night one
Head fuzzy, he slept
But awoke in a cold sweat
Thoughts drumming
dreams of running
Heartbeat jumping like a bassline
Thudding like a jackhammer
This was the worst he had felt
in quite some time.
But it was different
His hunger was insistent
thirst constant, the urge to be in the open air
Was like an invisible rope pulling him there
The scratches on his arms were starting to itch
And his face had developed a slight twitch
His sense of smell invigorated,
he could sense change
He could detect so many scents
He could smell the rotten drains
And the contents within
But for now, he would sleep
Hoping the dreams wouldn't creep
and rip at his skin
Night two
The ache inside starts to pull him apart
Like someone has put a strain on his heart
The hunger he feels
Steely eyes search for a meal
But nothing satiates the stomach-ache
The need for something more
The pain in his head, his vision blurring red
Words no longer form, nothing can be said
He longs to run and hunt,
Feel the wind on his skin
It's like his body is breaking
Everything inside feels like a building when the world is shaking
Then morning arrives
his body survived the night
The cold sweat, the terror ride
Like a rollercoaster or a helter-skelter slide
He feels normal again
Just the hunger is gnawing
Night three
He screams
Howls in pain
Fingers clawing
Pawing
Feels the blood coursing through pulsing veins
Arrrghhh this is agony
He screams on bended knee
lips bleed from biting down
Cravings more than just hunger now
Sinewy flesh pulled taught; muscles stretched
Heart attack, ribs snapped, hairy back
Bones broken, cracked
and then re-set.
On his haunches he sat
Panting, getting his breath back
And the transformation is complete
He is down on four feet
Face elongated, teeth sharpened,
He howls
Into the night he leaps
The moon is full
He feels the pull
He runs, feeling wind on his fur
Out for the hunt,
the scent of blood in the air
Thanks For Reading,
Peace, Love and Poetry
Kyle
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