Beautifully Misplaced Mayhem

It’s happening again.

This feeling I can’t control.

Heart pounding. Fingers itching. Thoughts flowing.

Anticipation claims me.

I can feel it taking control like the mysteries of the full moon over the unsuspecting werewolf.

My core is moving, wanting, waiting, but not for long.

Because…

I have found a pen.

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