She stalks the night

with two facades:

One side a wolf

The other the ghost

of a hanged woman

from the Salem days

She pretends

she can’t be seen

She steals the skins

of wealthy men

Clean babies from

their bassinets

She works her magic

in the greasy air,

barks at the moon

as the stars align

Its face reflected

in her crystal eyes

She drops down on all fours

and sheds her skin,

She tears off her mask

and begins again