The Werewolf Moon

 

My heart is dripping, 

  in slow and leaking tares, 

everytime, you choose 

  the seething and boiling anger;

the abandon. 

We call Him Venom. 

  and chain your Werewolf's up on the full 

Moon, 

Then we drink moon water to dispel 

  all that's there, 

and try. 

The tears stray, 

  as I wipe them away before you can see. 

Holding for some reason my strength 

   Like a wall. 

The fractures leak tinctures, 

  forming tares, 

where I feel the tears. 

My heart has sunken so many times, 

  I wonder if it still breaks during these rendevous 

Or if it will just remain a minor sadness? 

  I wonder if it is compounding like phyllo layers papered?

I wonder what is this feeling? 

  and is there numbness? 

(To be continued)