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Random poemI stand there, Alone in the dark
Waiting for a sound, a howl, a bark...
I don't know what I'm waiting for, or why I'm here
Maybe I'm waiting for you or hiding from the fear
Maybe I love you... your smile, your beating heart
I don't think you love me back. But the friendships a start
When I'm with them, we run for the hunt, for the game
When I'm with you, we run... but it's just not the same
You'll always be special to me, no matter where we go
Your heartbeat, your soul, your laugh, it'll always flow
You make me smile but not the same as them
You teach me right from wrong, it drives me round the bend...
This poem is for you,
But I bet you don't know its for you,
Maybe him over there
Or her straightening her hair
All I have to say
Is you're all gay
The Kitsune"Frozen to a standstill by those bright eyes and that bushy tail..."
I was standing on all fours, ready to be chased away or shouted at... Her smell was tantilizing, like nothing I've ever ever even come across and she was pretty too, even when she stood frozen in front of me, bin bags in her hands...
I'll explain some issues you may have before I really begin my story. My name is Hitomi, which means the human body, it's kind of ironic because I'm a kitsune and I can switch from human to fox. I'm eighteen years old. A kitsune is the japanese form of a werewolf, but we turn into slightly larger than common foxes, and well you all know the deal on werewolves. I have to change once a month, but I tend to change more than that, I prefer four legs to two.
I was wandering around a human park after shifting into my fox form, like I said, when I'ma fox I look a bit bigger than the average common fox, most people pay no attention to me, but there are some who shout at me, try to scare me away,
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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