Sonnets in My Head

16. Snack Preview

In her World of Distress,
Her fuzzy little heart thuds,
On long-cold cement.

On a cool night, near death,
Supernatural knocks on her door, her heartbeat uneven,
If not completely non-existent.

Others come, not for her cries,
But because painful truths lay behind lies.

For Ax,
She's only a Snack.
A mere bite,

To kill her, only the Alpha might.
Not no killer shadows, lurking in the night.

- Silent