Wolf by Rachael McInnes

Eyes glinting
A flash of razors
Heavy panting
One. Two.
One. Two.

Low, emanating rumbling,
Ripping through the throat.
One. Two.
One. Two.

A cry of excitement
Whipping past the trees
Echoing the wind’s howl
A sound that would stop any heart from beating.
...
...

Lie to me.
Tell me we are safe.
Lie to me.
Tell me the wolves won’t come for us.
Why won’t you lie to me?



Rachael McInnes