The mirror may have disappeared
Tommy, you still remember:
Will they go away?
Will they go away like Mommy?
Perhaps they never leave, I think
I am not so fortunate
Fairy tales speak of werewolves.
That hideous beast with an
Involuntary, momentary transformation.
The image may have disappeared
Your skin, it still remembers:
Welts must slowly fade away
But they will not disappear like Mommy
Mommy will always come back, so I think
I am not so fortunate
I have seen a wretched werewolf
That hideous beast which leaves one
With a terrible, painful memory.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment