Where has he gone
The wolf which bit into my neck
And left me for death
He's standing in front of me
Without his bloody fangs
Coated with my flesh
Without his sharp claws
Burying into my skin
Instead, as a tame being
Looking up at me with soft eyes
And a gentle smile
Hair falling over his forehead
As he reached out and embraced
Instead of dragging me across dark forests
There's something peculiar
Something unwonted
No more are the traces
Of the mouth which fed on me in the middle of the night
The wolf is gone
The wolf is dead
Here I can finally be safe
In the den of lions I wandered into
Whilst trying to run away from him.
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Dalliance ➵ poems
Poetry❝𝙒𝙝𝙮 𝙙𝙤 𝙬𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙫𝙚𝙨?❞ All poems written by chantal//cinnamoniall-
