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In those possessed there overflows
melancholy humors, psychoses of the brain,
black moods and delusion. They vanish viewed in mirrors.
They shed their human skins,
they roll around and whine.

They themselves transform
the air currents into a cacophony,
and they themselves cannot think
but for this terrible stillness
that they themselves create.
They think themselves transformed
into the dead, dead bodies, staring
from dead eyes, breathing from dead air, and wasting dead time.

One came upon the doctor ‘round midnight in a lane,
a man and the shadow of a man, fleeing
from a man and the shadow of a man,
and all around him the ghosts of men, and the shadows of ghosts of men,
cast fearsome against the walls, and the shadows the walls cast.

He said he was a wolf with a wolf’s skin
upfurled against him, sewn tight
to the soles of his feet. Said the wolf’s hair
scratched against his chest-and-arms
and offered him no rest. Said the wolf itched
awful behind his eye flesh, and begged the doctor
to administer a cure,
to take his sword, rip up his meat, and pray.
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re: poem!!!!
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@anathema saved because i can’t read it rn
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