The Thing

Today’s Daily Post topic: Masks Off We’re less than a week away from Halloween! If you had to design a costume that channeled your true, innermost self, what would that costume look like? Would you dare to wear it?

In my walks in the woods
all alone
I feel the Thing 
tug at by bones

She is twisting
and turning
and wants to come out
The animal within
and she's no Eagle Scout.

All my life
I've been tame
face covered with makeup
and hair colored the same
as the models on t.v.
how boring how lame.

But in the market
when passing raw meat
I feel her--
The Thing---
it's the blood
that awakes her
she wants a treat

Her hair is greenish
and her eyes glow yellow
She knows not of neighbors
or manners or of the play
called Othello.

But she knows
how to pass
through the woods
and not make a sound
her feet are quite hairy
and so soft on the ground

She knows not by thinking
or study
She knows by living and 
and by smelling
what's bloody.

Don't make her mad--
The Thing--
and don't ask her
to come out on 

If you do
you'll find out
that she'll catch
the creature 
that's lurking about
in you.
And together--
you'll howl at the moon.


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