Written for the Poetry Collection Competiton on HPFC.
#1
Remus Lupin
Waking is
The most difficult task of all
Not:
Seeing my scars
Or the girls staring
Or the hurt of changing
Every fourth week
More difficult
Than raising energy
To move, even-
It takes courage
Far beyond me
Just to linger
In the light
So:
I hate my days now
They're filled with mother
Tending my wounds
And father speaking nonsense
For the anti- movement
As if he knew what it felt like
To have a beast inside him
-SHUT-
-UP-
I could snap up a child
I could wear down myself
Until my bones show through
My ragged coat
I am strong
Stronger than a wizard
I am weak
Holding back my claws
I am:
Hideous
Haunting
And horrifying too
The embodiment of evil
Every fourth week
Why would a boy like me
Be real?
So I fall asleep
Taking my time to flip over the pillow
Curling up tightly into a ball
With the night-light still on
If I fall asleep:
I will wake at some time
That may not be dawn
And may not be dusk
And I will see a new day like any other
And I will lock myself in my head
I dream of silver bullets
Coming closer
To the kill