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[title] => Wolf
[time] => 2004-12-02 02:53:08
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[bodytext] => I hold my naked porcelain body, trying to keep warm The snow is really cold this time of year Sure its summer but you need to know that its always winter here Always snow cold misery My breasts are swollen and my feet are frozen I lay huddled behind a tree, hiding from the men in the fur The are the loup-garoux The werewolves… The enemy I hear them creep upon the dead earth I keep my eyes tight and sigh Why hide from these creatures? Why not just die? I slowly stand but im so frozen my tears are icecicles You can see my blue veins. My life source I fall back into my original place unable to move If the men don’t kill me, the cold will All the humans are gone…dead…eaten Half of them turned As I look around I look upon a set of bloody teeth For some unknown reason I am not scared I sit expecting death. The rest of the pack are around me now Baring their teeth trying to scare me Is my blood frozen? Why am I not scared I taste the bitter blood in my mouth Yet I like it I see the bird next to me Snap! The blood looks so good Wait what the hell am I doing? I sniff the magnificent beast and soon it has disappeard from my hands Right into the pit of my stomack These creatures are looking at me, still bearing their teeth I could give a rats ass! I get up and slowly walk across to what looks to be the leader They snarl and growl I take my athme, my knife and slice open my hand The snow is now red with my crimson blood The leader has a scar on his eye I hold my hand up to his jagged teeth and then kneel the rest of my body to him He just looks on and howls Suddenly the pack and himself are leaving Im furious so I scream WHAT THE HELL? COME BACK AND EAT ME Only one turns back and it looks like he smirks at me in pity I follow. Their lair looks really cozy I can see females lounging about Oh how I want to be them For a reason I don’t know of I started walking towards them Instead of creeping like I was I shout to the females “ Make me of you, Let me be family” They just look at me and blink I storm up to them right next to them Shove my bloody paw near there mouth Paw? What? Im no wolf I look into the ponds reflection to see that I am indeed a wolf Just like them I am white with red eyes Whoa! Scary!! My teeth are not jagged but they are bloody I look up at the leader, the black wolf with green eyes His eyes pierced my soul and I felt a pang of lonelyness I wandered up to him but was blocked by females God they were ugly. Hideous! I was not familur with this so I walked away When I turned to leave my back shuddered and I hit them! I made my way up to his lair And started to tease him He was soon to be mine and no one elses. I asked him why I turned And he said “you were always wolf” [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => strawberry_stitch [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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