Werewolf Girl
Yet another poem about me being a little girl in a dream. What a strange pattern.
Her father was a scientist.
She watched on her TV.
Then one day he disappeared.
Somebody came to get her.
Where did her father go?
But will she now follow?
How can she know what to do?
No one is left to instruct her.
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She runs through the dark.
A shadowy shape chases her.
She hides under a bridge in the light of the moon.
Down where she hides,
Curled up against the wall.
She tries to silence her cries, but it’s too late, she’s been found.
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Werewolf. A monster. A human-like being of fur and claws.
The creature stops. It almost seems like it will apologize.
She looks down at her hands. But sees furry claws instead.
She is a werewolf too.
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They howl at the moon in blurry worlds of delight.
So filled with emotion she forgets about her teddy bear.
Then she awakes as though from a drunken stupor.
What did she do last night?
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As she tries to remember, she realizes her teddy bear is missing.
She must have misplaced it when she lost herself last night.
She searches for a few seconds, but it is nowhere to be found.
If it was, she would have picked up on its scent.
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So she leaves. She finds herself back at her house.
She senses something dangerous approaching.
Nevermind, it is just her teddy bear. Wait, it’s alive?
It’s holding a rocket launcher.
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She takes the rocket launcher from her teddy bear. She uses it, it shoots rainbows.
Everything she could have wanted. Reunited with her teddy bear.
Oh, but she wishes she could have found her father.
This will have to do.
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As she blasts the world with rainbows,
She loses her mind too.
The world filled with color.
But so bright that it blinds everything to a black.
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Nothing is there. Everything is empty.
If she had friends, they are gone.
If she had a history, she has forgotten.
How does she even know she is a “she?”
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Is she female? Male? Is she neither?
All are possibilities.
Possibilities that do nothing in the hell of what she is, who she is, where she is.
What can she do? Blinded by light. Light so chromatic that she has lost all sight.
Blind, deaf, out of touch. No sense, no smell, no sight, no tell. In Hell.
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She wishes nothing for she feels nothing to wish.
Her world finds a way to end without her.
Or perhaps it continues. She can never know.
If she finds what she is looking for, will she know?
She can’t even remember what she sought.
What if it’s back, if it’s found?
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Maybe she has achieved her goal.
Maybe she is dead.
Maybe she is in heaven.
No, it is far too dark. Is she in Hell?
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She would have expected pain in Hell. Instead everything is soft, fuzzy and warm.
The world backs away, leaving her alone.
Everything she seeks cowers behind walls.
Until nothing is left in this enclosure of darkness.