After the Man-Wolf Bit Me

After the man-wolf bit me, I experienced a terrible transformation.

Now, when the full moon rises, my flesh shudders and my bones crack and my body rebuilds itself into this grotesque new shape:

A mouth full of teeth that cannot bite,

A stomach that gets sick at the taste of blood,

A spine made for hunching over an office desk.

I miss the forest.

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Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by Ben Rosett