Werewolves don’t need to wait until nighttime
To fuck shit up. The brilliance of the full moon–
Even when overshadowed by the sun–
Changes ashy skin to bristling fur, finger nails
Into claws, and molars into fangs.
Every inch of a werewolf is sharp.
They use their razor-edged appendages
To sever nano-connectors in website servers.
They rip WiFi signals to shreds. They reduce
The Internet to a network of 404 error pages.
Through all this, I sit in front of my computer,
And release my frustration by howling at the moon.
A. J. Hayes
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