I sense the change in the air almost too late. I inhale the scent of frost, decaying leaves, a distant fire and realize the sun has almost set. I quietly slip out my back door, away from my new wife and our little baby. Once I’m out of view of the neat row of houses I race towards the woods. I run until my breath is ragged and the last rays of sunlight fade among the trees. I crouch, hunched over, waiting, waiting, until the pain comes. It shoots down my spine, every vertebrae flexing, and spreads out to every extremity. I feel my back press against a tree limb that moments ago was several feet above me. My hands clench, toes curl, and I scream and scream until the screams finally become howls.
cloaked in the blue cold
the full moon illuminates
an unraveling
Everyday Strange 
You are good you are scaring me!
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I like this. I like your new transformation. Does it happen only when a full moon is out?
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Only during a full moon of course!
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Ah, I’ll be waiting for a full moon to see you around. I go through a similar transformation. It’s a painful process for me when the fangs come out.
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Well written.
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Thank you 🖤
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Great job. I like that word of description: “unraveling”.
Transformation time!
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Thank you!
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A delightfully spooky Halloween haibun!
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Thank you!
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