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Apr 2020
I am not always
an animal

the moon eats
and eats

until it is full
pulling something

out of me
I can’t control

I tried to fight it
but it forces its

way out

it needs on
this night

to live
to ****
to feed

on fresh meat

until it is full
and the moon

is fasting

it descends
inside of me

as the moon
begins its feast

until it is full
John Destalo
Written by
John Destalo  55/M/Harrisburg, PA
(55/M/Harrisburg, PA)   
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