One day,
one blessed day.
I'll be Human
flesh and blood
just like you.
I think I was,
once
so long ago.
But it flickers,
this memory,
like a candle flame
about to die
and leave me alone
in the dark.
I try to do the things
those Human things you do.
But I am shunned,
shouted at,
chased,
cursed.
I hope that,
as shrimp turn flamingos pink,
you will turn me Human.
My diet is grizzly,
it's true.
Humanness could cure it
will cure it.
I'll eat people
food.
To be whole again would be
wonderful,
splendid,
amazing.
Until then,
I'll be here
in the shadows
eating.