First- he realised his
nails needed cutting:
Caressing her body was
leavings scars.
Perhaps he remembered
being bitten
By friends who’d just see
the moon not the stars.
A certain hairiness about
the hands
That no longer touched for
comfort lightly.
His body’s fulfilling new
demands
Until to others he’s
quite unsightly.
Advancing jaw can’t be
held by smooth lips
(Smooth talking’s useless
now canines are out).
His beautiful vowels are
change to howls
And consonants catch in
his blood-slaked throat.
He tears the limbs of an
innocent lamb
Before he ate meat medium
rare; left tips.
Corners a girl, tipsy and
lost and
Blood not saliva is
bathing his lips.
Tomorrow’s a new day- see
him alone
Hiding his dignity;
genitals sore.
Dazed and confused; is it
this time he’ll see
Month after month he has
been here before?
