“At night, she’d turn into a beastwoman”

At night, she’d turn into a beastwoman

leaping across the rooftops

walking hidden in the shadows

her four legs and little pretty girl face

her tail and round breasts moving side to side

a black shape wandering the cornfields

devouring delicious little animals

wooing the stars with her vacant gaze

the beastwoman gets home tired

remembering nothing the next day

she’d wake up with messy hair and wounded feet

with dirty nails and body in heat

one night, she went searching for the moonlight

she went down a ravine to find her destiny

and howl out her sorrows with the coyotes

she realized this life and death made sense

and never again returned to her good girl bed.