Lycan

Holding your frail, beautiful arms in the palm of my claws,

I am so much bigger now.
You look into my eyes, they do not appear the same

Yet, you look into them the same as ever.

Why is it that I am the one full of fear—fear that I shall be hunted
Like every other time


Releasing yourself from my grasp,

You place your soft hands upon my muzzle
Teeth, you hold

For once in my life, I don’t want to break the feeble fingers in between my jaw.

I just want them to continue,

Understand me.
The form I was given

My soul’s vessel.