The Wolves Inside Me
The wolves inside me move and vibe,
They thrive beneath the
Sheet
Of winter white, and endless
Night...
...The steam that comes off meat...
Presence biding...
Their deciding...
When off
Hunting game...
...Curious, wild...
True feral child
Burrows in my
Brain!...
The wolves inside
Can suffer me,
And feast upon my
Grief...
...I pray that they have great
Success!...
...The night is young,
It's cheeks
Are full with luscious
Prizes
That were snatched up
With due care...
The wolves that I have summoned
Seem to enter
From thin air
And bless me
With their secrets
At this time of desperate yearning...
The wolves inside me move and thrive...
...They tempt me out of
Cold designs...
And here I am,
Closemouthed,
My eyes
Can see past
Secret trees...
©
2017
Bunny Villaire
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