you said not to write about you again but how can I not sing of earthquakes or a tornado as it roots up a home(?) shouldn't I give lyrics to a quivering heart torn from its place(?) or the howl of a werewolf bereaved of food(?) can I be silent as the rough stake impales through bone, sinew, and muscle(?) or dumb in the face of the cruel play a cat, who bites off parts of the mouse before the kill(?) no, I do not write of you, for I really don't know who you are I was possessed by the person you appeared to be-- as the widow is entertaining to the male before he becomes her next meal, you shine using the sham of weakness - so I write not of you I once admired, but whom you chose to reveal, for how shall I not recount my fall into the pit of an expert manipulator who thinks it's all about them(?) but I still howl for you on full moons
Last Night Was a Full Moon
15
Apr