Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “My Other Half” #amwriting #poetry

Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for this week’s photo prompt:



There are two-sides to me,

One you will hardly see.

She only comes out one night,

When the orb of the full moon frightens and blinds. 

She marks her time trapped, on my back,

Pacing inside me, my evil twin.

Each day I feel the pain she creates;

Carving out another tick, counting the days —

With her burning sharpie;

Writing on me with acid.

She takes the days five at a time;

Slowly each night I feel her poison,

But I shut her in, shut her down tight.

She is buried and not to be found,

When I call all light towards me. 


Yet I have no power,

When her strength is full,

When the monster prowls, 

When it snaps its teeth for blood. 

The werewolf inside,

Biding her time,

Until now, when the moon is full and round;

She spits and she howls,

Her teeth sharp tiny daggers. 

She comes out from the floorboards,

The darkest dankest corner of my soul. 

Her prison she erupts from, no longer trapped,

She unfolds her wrath on all who pass, brings terror;

Clawing at me, shredding me for fun,

Because she knows when the night is done,

I’ll have my strength of luminous sparks again.

The light of the day will flow through me,

Cascading through my body,

Repairing all wounds.

But for tonight she roams the earth,

A horrifying hell monster with claws that hurt;

She shreds my insides, reminds me how small I am,

That she is all powerful and will one day win our war.


But I am growing less afraid,

And I have time to be patient.

The night it ends, she’s back in her cage,
Marking me with acidic ink, every night,

 Until when next the moon is full bright —

She’ll break free of my skin, 

The torture will begin.

But yesterday night she didn’t come out? 

There was no fight to lock her in;

I think she’s trapped inside me, for good? 

And I’m claiming back my skin,

Healing all her burning marks 

Becoming someone new.

My other half is dead I think,

I don’t feel her uncoiling, 

Scrartching her way through my defence.

My plan conceived it ruined her.

And in slumber I locked her thrice, 

Poisoned her in sleep.

So the only place she’ll terrorize —

Is her own dreams and I think she quite deserves, 

The nightmares promised her, 

For all eternity;

Sickly wicked sister, gone at last. 


©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved


12 thoughts on “Photo Challenge: Poem – Free Verse – “My Other Half” #amwriting #poetry

  1. any1mark66 October 14, 2016 / 12:17 am

    Very nicely done. Complete story with only one question…… Which one lived? Once the moon phase passes, the lycanthropy becomes serene. 😉

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    • mandibelle16 October 14, 2016 / 12:32 am

      Well somehow, the werewolf within, was poisoned or put to sleep, so that part of her is essentially dead, unless it finds anew way out. I guess in a sense she is cured. Thanks Mark 🙂

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      • any1mark66 October 14, 2016 / 12:36 am

        One of my favorite characters was a vampire. I used stem cells to cure her. It didn’t remove the desire to kill. Poisoning must work better.😀

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  2. joyroses13 October 14, 2016 / 3:27 am

    Creative! Glad it had a good ending and that the right one lived 😉

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    • mandibelle16 October 14, 2016 / 3:30 am

      Thanks JR it was an “interesting” photo prompt to work with. Macabre I guess is a good word for it. Happy almost weekend 🎈💕

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