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.
This poem is about:
Me