he clicks his tongue at me

like I am a dog

in response

I will howl in his face

and tear up the bedsheets with my teeth

I can feel the canine in me already

when I was younger I would

growl frequently at strangers, 

my grandparents,

the shadows on the wall

now, I can feel the grisly fur poking its

way out of my skin

the colours fading from my vision

the long claws ready to click against kitchen floors as I

put together dinner

pour him a drink