Dear haiku journal,
I imagine I killed a few people.
That used to be no puppy bite.
This magazine includes the poetic musings of a mailman who, after being bitten through what he thinks is a puppy, discovers that he's really now a werewolf. Wreaking havoc anywhere he is going, he information his new existence and ameliorations within the 5-7-5 syllable constitution of haiku--his poetry of choice.
Follow alongside as our werewolf poet slowly turns from a in general general guy into the bushy beast that he can't maintain trapped inside of. And beware of carnage while he alters and turns into hungry. No toenail, no entrail, no pigtail should be left at the back of. And discuss wreaking havoc: His newfound claws and enamel have despatched his garments funds throughout the roof!
He is in love with a girl on his course, yet he hasn't ever had the braveness to inform her. As he fights opposed to his urges in the course of each one complete moon, he discovers that succumbing to his primal instincts won't purely bag him a superb meal--it simply may help him in his quest for love...Or probably not.
Constant gag reflex
thanks to new strands of lengthy hair
growing in my mouth.
throughout the month. My new unibrow isn't as embarrassing as my new tongue hair. My curved fingernails are ideal for again scratching yet undesirable for wiping. All of my senses appear approximately 5 instances better — which has execs and cons. i will be able to pay attention higher, even if either my ear holes are clogged with whiskers. Spiders have 8 legs, every one of which I listen stomping on my hardwood flooring. With heightened listening to, present pop songs harm my ears greater than they used to. not anything is.
Hip. whereas i will nonetheless see, she is not any longer jogging — or dwelling, particularly. She went down combating. in reality, presently, her hip is inflicting heartburn. My lacking eyeball should be a piece tough to conceal whereas bringing the mail. I’m staring for hours, with a flashlight and replicate, into my socket. even though now not hygienic, touching within my eye gap is tough to move up. It’s tough to erase the urge to fill the socket with a play-doh ball. while I shut my eye, is that thought of blinking, or.
Her blood helped me to regain my energy. yet no longer my kneecap. I hobbled again up and limped out in the course of the entrance door, chasing after her. Rose enjoyed to play video games, yet I’m the puppy on her leash who won't play useless. Rose had a great lead yet i used to be nonetheless catching up — until eventually the law enforcement officials got here. The police siren used to be a tune I needed to subscribe to and that i howled back. Rose pointed at me and the police pulled their weapons as I ran away. I awakened open air, nude yet general, in a bush in my very own.
yard. My kneecap is long gone. instead: a crusty scab peppered with wolf hair. the opening via my chest has closed up and is therapeutic, however it hurts to cough. If the bullet hit any of my major organs, i assume they heal, too. I’m taking to mattress my damaged chest, knee and middle, expensive haiku magazine. pricey haiku magazine, I now preserve in my pocket milk bone treats for me. I knew whatever replaced whilst my routine daydreams integrated puppy bones. whilst canines close to my backyard, screaming,.
Police, who knocked on my door. They searched my entire condo and requested in regards to the scratched partitions. “I have puppy problems.” The police officers introduced me in and requested loads of questions approximately me and Rose. I type of informed lies. “It wasn’t me who chased her…” …but whatever in me. “Tripping down my stairs resulted in lacking knee and eye. It used to be a nasty fall.” “You be aware of dog love — Rose simply desires my awareness. this is often how she flirts.” They didn’t purchase it, yet with out demanding proof, the law enforcement officials allow me.