"to fully display what i have become"

wolves howl, mirrors splinter
night does not tarry
for the blood of the moon.
as screams pierce his night,
shackles bruise its dying light
illuminating a cruel presage.
need drips hunger from the walls,
whips,
to fully display
what i have become.

`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
26nov10
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