Full Moon Rising

  

A prickling behind the eyes: it begins. 

Don’t look!

Every pore seeks to expunge my inner self. I’m being forced out of my own skin. 

Don’t look!

A scratch without respite, I contort and convulse. 

Don’t look!

And I howl to the wind. 

I want to look.

Full moon waiting.



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