I'm running


I can smell them near...

and so it begins


My bones start breaking,

my claws begin to grow,

my eyes burn the brown 

to yellow.

My teeth grow with my snarl,

and i  sha ke  my  wh o le  bo dy

as my fur grows.

my breathing.

slo-ws dowwwwn.


My pack calls

and I answer in my

new skin.





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