i watch them approach,
silent and slow.
he hasn't given them permission.
they are restless.
hungry.
starving.
for me.
i just want to run.
but they will catch me.
the prince of wolves licks his chops.
all the others are already drooling.
i can imagine their hot breaths and sharp teeth.
the sticky heat and the burning pain.
but the permission is not granted.
they whine like children.
he watches like a hawk.
i tremble with cold and fear.
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Prince of Wolves
Cerita Pendeki hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
