My Friend, The Wolf

There’s something about the way you say missing; a push of tongue against teeth — the sound slips out so easily. I think you’re someone who knows too much about the shadowed part of the moon; with a voice like that, with those eyes. At the dinner table, your drink goes untouched. You line up all the knives. I wonder about your hands; they look like they were made for this: for the jagged edges, for the sharper points. You probably know a lot about bleeding. I guess most women do. On our plates we’ve placed the hearts of those who meant to harm us. We must consume what tried to kill us. We must grow strong. Me and my friend, the wolf.

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3 comments
  1. Vinny said:

    I love the personification and connection with the wolf. It has an awesome dark & eery vibe. Very well done!

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