I've decided to post some of my poetry here. This is my first entry, but further entries will be listed under the heading "Poetry Hour," followed by the entry number and the poem title, if you so care to know.
This is a poem I wrote last year for my creative writing class. Hope it simply devours you!
The Wolves
Hungry
are the wolves
That
watch me as they wait
Their
eyes are feasting on my flesh
My
body is the bait
Their
minds are thirsty for
The
blood that slips and drips
It’s
down my bones, within my skin
They
long to lick my lips
Born
into what I am
They
think me as a meal
But
I pretend I cannot tell
They
lust for me with zeal
How
carefully I walk
Down
the path they line
Breaths
heavy and bellies aching
Their
fingers graze my spine
Crack! cry my bones
As
they break my solid form
Their
minds are wild and savage
When
their blood begins to warm
Hungry
are the wolves
That
watch me as they wait
Their
eyes are feasting on my flesh
My body’s lost too
late
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