The Skin Cycle II: Devolution
Prowler,
crawling--
Pawing--
Warm wind coming down
The pathway made
On all fours.
Indistinct, from
The cluttered noises
Of human speech--
Clitter, clatter,
Patter, paw--
Down it goes,
Down you are,
On all fours.
Beauty made, beauty taken--
Fluttering hair, into
Deranged feral eyes.
Fear, flight--
Fangs bared, unstained
Flash in the dark--
Blaze, bolt
On all fours.
Circle, circling,
Eyes glowing,
Rolling--
Back in to the skull,
Malformed--
Not quite there,
Invisible, wild--
Deep low baying
On all fours.
Returning, a
Stranger sees a
Friend, sees
Red, sees
Blurred, goes
Down--
Down, head up--
On all fours.
Hair, fur--
Nape of the neck--
Up, straight,
Nuzzle--
Muzzle--Howl.