Poem | Werewolf

Werewolf.

Animal Spirit
you lie between silver walls,
locked up in the face of latent agony.
You seek supreme freedom.

You tear with your fingers,
trying to get a glimmer of hope.
There is nothing.

Suffer the skin of your body,
you feel the pain in silence.
The metallic smell suffocates you,
it burns you.

You fall prey to your curse,
a prey to your senses.
A beast,
looking for freedom.

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