Gypsy- Werewolf

One day is a dancing Gypsy

all tinkling bengals 

and swirling rainbows.


The next is a starving dire wolf

icy grey, its

bloody teeth bared.


I've heard I am not a land mine,

no matter what a doctor says,


but when I wake up 

Gypsy- Werewolf,

I don't know what to believe.

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