THE BEAST

 

He had a shaking hand. He had blood blood in his groin. His knees locked and his ankles swelled. He had a dry throat and a purposely locked jaw. He felt the shadow of the moon on his back, ands the taste of blood on his tongue. He stumbled through trees, slid through mud. He was the fang, he was the claw, he was the urge, he was the beast.