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High Tea for Werewolves
Both real and imaginary
we navigate bodily change
on an emotional and psychological level,
it is too dark to read
what we ourselves may become.
So think before you speak.
In a cosy nook in the garden
my third eye is awakening
I make a cup of tea
I rub my nails a good deal.
The rest of the world is missing out
as I dress my family like werewolves.
About the Creator
Alyson Smith
Neurodivergent, working-class writer and artist diagnosed with Bipolar. Based in Newcastle-upon-Tyne. MA in Creative Writing. Currently waitressing while finishing my novel.
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