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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

Author:

bookdragon, poet, witch

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