A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.
Change My Skin
I came to a realization
At the peak of one lunar mountain
The things that changed me were also changed.
Coins in my pocket, jingling with oils and skin cells
Passed between traders and betrayers alike
Silver in the shaft like Judas hunting werewolves
Let’s get radical tonight
Fanged and ferocious
Like quintessential magnums
Barrel to barrel until
Bullet kisses bullet tip
And I’m approximately half dead.
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