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A wolf’s mouth
as wide as the world,
teeth
as sharp as
a phalanx of needles
waiting
to sink into you.
Eyes lifeless
in a head severed
and held up
for children
so they can dance
all around and scream
as the hunter
painted in blue
and blood splattered
jumps and shouts
a chant
intended for the gods.
My my. Loved the opening line. Became so uncomfortable in the end. I love how your poetry is a journey, and the twist that take me from the path I imagine I’ve begun, to the end I’d never expected. I get nervous with chants. They tend to escalate. I am unsure of an ending as there is no verse, chorus, bridge. Like things that swarm, they cloud around my ears…my hands anemic in their swatting.
@Wine and Words:
Shivers go up my spine reading what you wrote. Well spoken. And thank you!