I don’t know
Some days
I have this longing
Dig in claws
To the skin of my back
Pull over my head
Shed
Into a new existence
Burst forth from
This human life.
So much poetry of
Wings
and horns
But how very novel
To shift from
One form
To another.
Are you jealous then,
Lover
Of this conceptual
Reality.
Possessive,
Don’t we share well enough?
Poetry
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