#skinwalkers
Skinwalkers walk the earth to-night.
Skinwalkers walk; some trip and fall.
The Skinwalker Moon is blood-red-bright—
Skinwalkers walk to the Skinwalker Ball.
Until the Skinwalker Moon appears
They make their toilette and take their repose.
Skinwalkers live on human fears
And heads and hearts and fingers and toes.
If it happens the sun is shining bright
You would say they were waiting for night to fall:
They are resting and saving themselves to be right
For the Skinwalker Moon and the Skinwalker Ball.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
i have four gallons of
holy water in my car
and I'm headed straight down.
looking for a sherpa with a kazoo at this point.
how linear would reincarnation be?
you know what I like,
no money/no news.
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
It starts with a pinch and an itch,
Between your shoulder blades,
Trickling down your spine like a bead of sweat.
You groan hot and heavy,
Doubling over in pain clutching at your stomach,
And you have this urge....
Your canines enlarge,
Further sharpening.
The hairs on your arms bristle.
Standing on end when you hear the first tear of skin,
At the base of your spine.
And it splinters your mind.
A wine high pitched and wanting,
A gasp as your hair thickens.
A pelt of fur to keep you warm,
There is pain between your eyes,
Your jaw stretches inhuman and ugly.
Legs snap and your squatting on the floor,
Arms pulled close at the elbow,
Back hunched over.
Dirt digs under your fingernails turned claws,
As you grip the steady earth for purchase.
You feel your heart beating against your shifting ribs.
Strong,
Fast,
And aching.
Lungs constrict and your eyes fly open.
Blinded by the ethereal light of the full moon.
You cry out,
Human voice bellows loud, loud, loud!
The beast sings in your ear.
A roar,
A howl.
The transformation done.
We are free.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC