I darken my eyes,

Later I will turn them red.

I carefully clip my nails,

Knowing they will be claws.

I furl my brow,

where horns will appear.

I stretch my toes,

and imagine the future talons.

I exhale smoke,

which  will be fire.

I touch my flaky skin,

seeing eventual scales.

I emit a yelp,

soon to be a growl.

I recognize annoyance,

and prep for the rage.

I offer white lies,

Knowing deception will come.

I floss my teeth,

fangs will arrive.

I slowly break down,

that which I will violently tear apart.

I can hold off only for so long.

I know it’s coming.

I know it’s in me.

I am the beast.

J