Masked

With a face
Made of skin
Not mine
She haunts my dreams
That mirror hag
Who cuts away the pain
I howl the night
Cry the day
I am a werewolf
With my pelt on display
Not a jot of difference do I make
To her in that borrowed face
Her tanned leather mask

Copyright November 2013

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