Wishes Are Werewolves: By Hibah Shabkhez
Wishes Are Werewolves: By Hibah Shabkhez
Wishes are werewolves, devouring all
They see, in the beckoning moonlit night
No memory will quite hold. The fey call
To turn, deeper than reason, will vanish –
As if it had not been, and the human
Eyes that find the remains of the carnage
Will not need to pretend innocence. None
But the unwitting monster could feel so –
Still – the earth remembers all the spilt blood
The earth takes up each broken, disdained thing
Spurned by the leaping wish, binds up the flood
And turns it to bramble leavened by rose.
