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feral days [poem]

there will be days
when I’m angry at everything that breathes
when I can’t seem to handle
being around humans for any length of time
I call those my feral days
the once in a blue moon attacks
on my ability to function around the upright walkers
I fight the growl in my throat down
by sheer willpower
not willing to expose myself as
the wild thing among tamed beasts
the facade of normalcy exhausts me
until I find myself falling into bed
completely undone by the effort
the days where I can’t be human might hurt you
my sharp tongue as bad as sharp teeth on flesh
I hope you’ll forgive me
recognize my actions as nothing against you
and let me sink back into myself
fitting on my humanity again
before you push for conversation


bookdragon, poet, witch

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