Saturday, September 27, 2014

i grew soft in warm hands, enough tugging and i 
unraveled like a string on
a sweater, i was a dog-
let up on the bed, begging and
round from years of
sitting at the table.
i think that
somewhere along the way, i lost my teeth-
my growling bark, my jaw snap- (do not pet, i am
rabid)

now i am
unmuzzled, i am a wolf,
full of urge and instinct and winter, i am starving
for (flesh and panting),
wild.
i feel you pulse from 
a mile away and twitch
with the knowing

you know
what they say 
about a hungry dog, right?
it'll tear you apart
the second 
it can. 

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