I'm tired of being

myself tonight,

A pyramid of glasses

my testament to this.

The company I keep

grows noisome

to my chaotic mind

and the walls

creep too close for comfort.

Artemis has risen

full and beautiful

to light my

wanderlust.

I heard once

that full moons

give people

excuses

to do foolish things;

At this moment

I'd give anything

to be foolish

enough to shed

this skin,

And show

myself

to you.