Night bloom
I don’t have to check the moon
The tips of my ears are hot
The furry mischief in my veins
Makes me restless
Unless I find something to do
It’s the sunglasses and baseball cap pulled low tonight
Five miles an hour down the street, hunting
They call it curb skinning
What I’m hunting
Decides the bait I hang out the window
Peeking over the door locks, I breathe in heartbeats
Like a panther in the shadows
Wired, I see it all
My teeth gleaming
There will be blood on the moon
If I don’t find sanctuary
When my mind and flesh become one
Something inside starts growling
And like a piranha in a river stained with just one drop of blood
My nose is wide open
So when you see me in this desperate state
Looking for a place to hide myself when the moon is full
Understand
Thinking for one moment that I am like you
May cost someone their life tonight
Because when I get hungry it’s all the same color
And I don’t come up for air until I’m satisfied
I don’t know anything
Until after I’m done




