you’re a dark shadow
that whispers to me
but you should know
my dark feminine
will one day devour you
i’ve given her permission
to kill anything that doesn’t
respect me,
and you certainly didn’t;
she isn’t vile or grotesque
as i was always taught—
but her teeth are sharp
fangs that glimmer like the
white moonlight of your
smirks,
and i won’t be sorry
when we finally have the
strength to overcome
the werewolf who has haunted me
for many moons.
photo: Chris Ensminger
