I married a werewolf.
Shape poem
Yes, I married a werewolf
He said I was his to own
He told me he could not wait
For us to be all alone
The wedding was at midnight
My husbands such a loon
He said he had to see me
By the fullness of the moon
The wedding was just perfect
He said I looked divine
Blinded by his sweet nature
I just did not see the signs
That night his anger roused
As he put me in my place
He used me as his punch-bag
Careful to avoid my face
His mood would change in a flash
He said I was all to blame
With each clenched blow came the scream
“You women are all the same!”
The next morning filled with guilt
He promised me he would change
Begging for my forgiveness
Again, again, and again
One dark night I found new strength
By the waxing of the moon
I found the fire deep inside
I would make him change his tune
My werewolf husband came home drunk
And crawled into our bed
I coldly pushed knife to heart
Now it was I seeing red
No one really understood
The thing I had to do
But if you were there
If you were me
You would have
Killed him
Too
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