Lightning anger crackles across my scalp
Frustration caged in a meat sack and
Viciousness sours my stomach
If I wrench my jaw open, ichor-born swarms of bats will flee my throat
Grotesque, unhoused by my own flesh
This is not the transformation I was promised
Moon blood red, omen ominous
Beckoning blackness from witch core
Cauldron bubbled over
Wolfish bane fizzes in my arteries, fingers flex tense
This month's tomb excavation brings little relief
Lacking a corpse (except mine) but body cursed all the same