Hunger pangs
never stop,
inside it burns,
acid drops across
a stomach that
slowly churns.
I yearn. To feast.
A meal fit for the beast.
My engine turns.
I ache. Growling,
howling, screaming.
Shaking.
Then crack... My ribcage breaking,
like a mirror shattering.
I yell out at the midnight moon,
the clouds scatter
across nightmare skies.
Moonlight oozes in my blood lust eyes,
Pools of hunger, I'll dive in for a bite.
My skin, fizzes.
Pinpricked pores
grow slick fur, so quick.
I feel sick. As I need
to fill this void. This gaping pit
of unpleasant emptiness.
I stretch out into the midnight air,
on the prowl. I growl and howl.
Hunting every part
of this quiet suburban town.
I run free
across fields, through forests,
down dim lit streets,
not a soul at this late hour.
No people on the streets,
no policemen do I greet,
no Deliveroo drivers to eat.
I'm slavering, my fur dripping,
but no-one is around to devour,
no blood to be sipping,
just that empty feeling
twisting and turning.
No-one around.
Just the ghastly sound
of the wind howling with laughter.
I need to go further,
the city lights
like an arrow calling.
I stride besides roads,
normally busy
but now just asphalt dead zones.
Starting to get weary, strength falling.
Fearful that I'll not be
enjoying any fine dining.
Stomach whining
at the thought of sitting empty.
The mist-dimmed streetlights
soon become bright.
The city. I need to feast.
I'll dine tonight.
I start to explore, people congregate
around pub doors. I haunch down
Ready to pounce.
My salivating mouth
already tasting what's to come.
And then some bastard throws
a ball for me.
Animal instinct kicks
in instantly.
I chase and catch,
bounding with glee.
I return it, letting out a yap.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
She pats my head,
I roll onto my back.
She strokes my belly
and I lick her hand.
This night didn't go
quite as planned,
but now I'm sat
on the bottom of her bed,
as relaxed as I can ever be.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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