Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #229
It's Happening
by Belinda Roddie
It's happening again - I feel my bones
contorting as I hunch over the bed,
the pain cutting through me like sharpened stones,
the pins and needles stabbing at my head.
Once in a while, my humanity tries
to flee, and I become a feral beast,
the transformation leading to my cries
of anguish and denial. I at least
deserve to be a man, without a curse
mutating me into something bizarre,
or frightening, or nightmarish, or worse,
but no, this has to be the way things are.
My words become gibberish on my tongue,
and growls and howls escape from my scorched lungs.
by Belinda Roddie
It's happening again - I feel my bones
contorting as I hunch over the bed,
the pain cutting through me like sharpened stones,
the pins and needles stabbing at my head.
Once in a while, my humanity tries
to flee, and I become a feral beast,
the transformation leading to my cries
of anguish and denial. I at least
deserve to be a man, without a curse
mutating me into something bizarre,
or frightening, or nightmarish, or worse,
but no, this has to be the way things are.
My words become gibberish on my tongue,
and growls and howls escape from my scorched lungs.
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