9/30

So, this is a first- I actually wrote my poem as soon as I got up this morning. I don't know where it came from honestly but it's here now so...

9/30

you—a midnight growl
huff
yap
howl
you— a digger
burial marker
bone collector
you with gnashing choppers
dripping jowls
feral snout
you beast
bite with no warning bark
maim
mangle
my god, you snarl
you—red flag sneer
you guttural battle cry
you woman
cornered
you woman
prey
you woman shifting into predator
to make it across the dark parking lot
to the store entrance
to home
safe
as if the danger doesn’t know
how to just kick the door in
how to bust a window
pick a lock
spill you—a bloody mess
across your kitchen counter
the living room floor
your favorite comforter
you—an always ready thing
for the fight
to be breasts
thighs
soft and wet
you—an always ready thing
for the sinking in
of your teeth to the flesh
covering the next bone
for your collection.