however we try
the wolf in our heart
chooses the path
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wolf
the wolf bites
the wolf bites the moon
wisp clouds mask red nakedness
shadows on my mind
Yawn
The wolf rolled its head back and yawned, then coughed and choked, eyes white in the moonless night. When the world was silent again, the moon reappeared behind the pine trees, a jagged slice missing from its edge.
I wear my birthdays (Jake’s story part 1)
I wear my birthdays like teeth on a string around my neck. Is today a big one? No, not really, perhaps a canine, it’s been a sharp, bitey kind of year but next year, well next year is the big one, a molar with a golden crown, deep roots catching on the fur on my chest. They say I look like a wolf when I smile so I tend not to. Not often.
October strides in
October strides in,
her fisted gloves of red gold leaves
holding the foreboding frozen heart of winter.
She kicks the trees with wild swings;
Their branches sway and leaves blow in her face like tears.
She strides on and, in the distance behind her,
The echoed howls of winter wolves grow louder.
Fairy tale
You’re a wolf!
Yes, I am. And?
Well, I’m terrified!
Why?
You’re a wolf!
How many do you know?
You’re the first.
And your last.
simonsalento 