TW : mention / hinting of sexual assault.
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He is back.
The snarling, shaggy haired, and reeking wolf.
He smells of smoke and something I can't quite place.
One the friendly canine I used to trust.
Turned into something I can barely recognize.
I see my mother greet him, as she always does.
I cower in the corner behind the couch,
Please, go.
My breath is unsteady, I wonder if he can smell me..
Sense me.
My hands clasp together as I pray to someone who isn't there.
I beg he doesn't sink his claws into me, or his manhood.
I can hear him get on the couch, I gasp as the head goes back.
He's found me.
YOU ARE READING
the poems from the heart.
Poesiei write from the heart, words spill out as i type mindlessly, i love to write, and if you're like me, or even not at all. enjoy the words i share, and find love in mine.
