Day 1 – Beautiful Freaks Fest


On night’s like this the blood calls

with an ache that pulls from the

marrow of my bones.

The moon impels my limbs to move,

to run, to seek, to rend, to rip.

to HOWL.


So, I sit in the dark of this room.

Chains binding my arms and legs.

That moon staring at me

through a single window;

taunting me and tempting me.

Freedom is here, it says,

Just let go and come play.


I feel the change coming.

I will not fight it off.

The chains will hold.

The chains will hold.

The chains…



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