The Bite


A little something for a Tuesday treat …

The Bite
(A Lycanthropic Sonnet)

The bite became a wound of rancid smell
And then it healed as if it never were
As new sensations soon began to dwell
A beastly instinct wakened to concur
Confounded by my nightly escapades
Confined within a dream of running nude
Distress perplexed me in my dark charades
Expressive nightmares started to intrude
La Luna wove its fullness in the sky
And suddenly my mind went darker still
Distorted imagery within my cry
A feral rampage urging me to kill
The bite had given way to something new
And now I come to place my curse on you …

James Matthew Byers resides in Wellington, Alabama with his wife, kids, a dog named after an elf, and two tortoises. He has been published in poetry journals and through Jacksonville State University in Jacksonville, AL, where he received his Master’s in 2010. His epic poem, Beowulf: The Midgard Epic, is coming soon from Stitched Smile Publications, LLC. He also has a short story featured in their upcoming release, Unleashed: Monsters Vs. Zombies.

Find James Matthew Byers at:
Twitter: @Mattbyers40




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