The Wolves Are Coming

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act like you’ve been waiting for this moment
all your lucky, stupid life
this vein of blood pumps you
squirming in silent joy at the constant rapture
that burns your skin raw.

you see them in the night, the wolves with furry
jaws, saliva dripping to taste you, but they see
the straight, fearless shape of your back
and the eyes that shine out of their sockets, two black
holes that blind anyone who dares meet their gaze.

the wolves surround your body
slide their silky fur along your
bare knees
and your hands find their ruffs
vertebrae arching in bows pointing toward
spirits finding their home in the
moonlight’s heart.

as one,
you howl.