Lycan

The girl lay on the floor,
Heart to the rhythm of a beating drum.
Her muscles convulsed
Into a dissaray of disorder
As she tried to keep the balance
Between life and death in check.
Her blood was circulating
Her well defined figure
Like a stampede out for the kill.
Her temperature went into incineration
In under twenty seconds.
Her bones began to break

And remould

Into a canine form.
Sweat billowed from every pore
And her jeans split and tore down her legs.
Anguishing screams were locked into a soundproof room
And she was all alone
To transform into a beast of the night.
The full moon glowed through the barred window
And she howled for it to end.