What is it that transforms me from man to...
Something else feral and dangerous?
It is... The Moonlight In My Eyes.
WSM
THE MOONLIGHT IN MY EYES
I had never seen a silvery moon that high and bright and round and reflective in all of my 49 years.
It only takes a moon that is round and bright to make me forget my humanity as the hairs come in.
I'm a zombie moth fluttering too close to the brightest light it has ever seen... on fire the closer it gets.
And when the morning comes, and the sun goes down, that moon leaves me naked and drenched in... blood!
WSM
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