Werewolves are Typically Men
Camryn Costello
She hears every rumor
That flits through the town
Sees village men hide
When the sun goes down.
“A monster!” they cry
“That hunts in the night
It rips through the trees
And tears with great might!”
“Sheep often fall prey
Ripped apart by its claws
And the cows in the field
Torn to shreds by its jaws.”
“Don’t go out alone
Don’t walk in the dark
It will rip you to pieces
And tear you apart!”
These fears make her grin
And they bring her such joy
As the world holds no love
For a woman-shaped toy
Each full moon she rips free
Muscles tearing and stretching
Claws grow from her fingers
Skin and fur begin meshing
The tearing and ripping
Are a heinous sensation
But the taste of their blood
Is the best compensation
One by one she hunts down
Each arrogant man
Who dared to gaze hotly
Or lay on a hand
She rips out their throats
And tears out their eyes
Screams fill the night
As they pay with their lives
Most would think that a monster
Who shifts so like she
Would fear such a change
Not embrace it with glee
But now each howl in the dark
Sends shivers down spines
Their hands stay in place
And they make no aside
For ripping and tearing
Is promised in kind.
Joselyn Felix, a student at Phoenix College, is currently on the path to earning an associate’s degree in Fine Art. Her plans include transferring to Arizona State University to pursue a bachelor’s degree. Over the past year, she has been diving into the fascinating world of charcoal drawings. Eager to expand her artistic horizons, Joselyn is prepared to explore new mediums as a means of expanding her creative abilities while continuing to express herself.
Camryn Costello was born and raised in Arizona, currently residing there with her husband and two cats. She writes fiction in her spare time and is working to become an editor.
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