I was once of
The precious ones,
But monsters came,
To steal my songs.
They tore my clothes,
They cut my hair,
And insects crawled
From everywhere.
I grew sharp fangs,
I knew no fright;
Yes, I became
A wolf by night.
Against the rain,
My ribcage chimed.
The monsters snarled,
But they were mine.
Beneath streetlights
My eyes shone wild,
I turned untamed,
And learnt to smile.
So take my words,
For they are true:
To survive, become
A monster too.
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