Chase me.
Stained teeth in gore
of
morning light.
The sun exists to glow.
Shake me apart with razor teeth,
in glaring nadir eye light.
break bones,
break head,
break even.
Trap me.
Pull apart in bruises
of
failing light.
The sun exists to glow.
Swallow whole, words and all,
disappear into night.
Burnt bones,
burnt head,
burnt even
though I stay inside.
Breathe in,
follow me down,
darkness, wet heat.
Open wide,
fangs strang to tongue.
Breathe o u t.
Smile your wolf smile.
eat me
alive
.
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