Poetry Book 1

Werewolf

You're ordinary.
I mean, you like rock music, you're open minded, you think pizza and Pepsi make a perfect breakfast dish.
You're like my other half.
I mean, you are my other half.
You know me like the scars on your palm, the same ones that I have, from the stupid adventures we used to go on when we were kids.
Because of you, I breathe.
I'm alive.
I couldn't imagine a life without you.
But then....
We grew up....
Not to complete adulthood, but we were supposed to be more mature.
You started ignoring me.
You pushed me away.
You never returned my messages or calls.
You avoided me completely.
Why?
What the hell happened?!
I need to know why!
I walk to your house,
Full moon high in the black sky.
Knock knock,
My knuckles on your door,
I know you're home; your Civic is parked in the driveway.
You don't open the door.
I knock again:
Knock knock.
Again, no you.
Not really giving a damn,
I let myself in.
Kitchen light's on, smashed dishes on the floor, shattered crystal glasses.
Blood.
I scream your name until my throat protests.
Run around the house,
Room to room,
Looking for you.
You're not upstairs,
Or on the main floor.
Now, the basement.
The basement door stands ajar.
It's never like that. You always close it.
Always.
My fingertips on the door: gentle push, loud squeak.
I call your name again,
My nerves turn cold.
Shivers trace their fingers of ice down my spine.
I take one descending step.
Another step.
Another.
Darkness sits before me.
Crashing.
Coming from the basement.
I stop.... I say your name.
A growl.
An inhuman voice says my name... but it sounds like you....
Another growl.
Two red eyes look back at me from the bottom of the stairs.
Again, your inhuman voice:
"I don't want to hurt you.... You better run...."