Lurking in the shadows
Their eyes as yellow as rays of moonlight
They wait for me with the knowledge that star studded nights call on me
more often than friends
and tonight is a rhinestone studded leather jacket
one I cannot fathom missing a chance to try on

From the forest they'll watch me
teeth glistening as they run their tongues over each molar
saliva and anticipation both dripping from open jaws
as they watch me come closer the leader of the pack speaks
he is large
and knows a lot more than I do
at least that is what he tells me
and I listen
I always listen
for my eyesight is not very keen
I can't even throw words without having them stick to the wrong people
but my ears are alert enough to hear crickets in thunderstorms
there are many crickets tonight
and their symphony is lulling
but I am only listening to the wolves voices,
as what they say is important

"How are you?" he asks
even though we both know he does not care
there is one thing on his mind,
the answer to the question he asks every night
the thing that keeps him awake
I am the prey he has yet to catch

I sigh,
and kick at broken bones at my feet
the rest of the pack is impatient
and near the back a pup is silenced as he begins to cry out
I know the answer he wants
but it is not the answer my tongue itches to give
my heart and head want different things
as they are both aching and want it to end

The wolf wants me dead
he has from the beginning
It used to only be in the night
now it seems to have found my way into my veins
and I cannot even look to the sun without imagining his eyes at my throat
when I am trying to sleep he will whisper threats
always in the form of sweet nothings
as if trying to ****** me

My lips part and I am about to speak
but there is a light that makes itself present above us
the sun is rising
and I can see the wolves squint
this has happened sooner than they expected
in the morning light different thoughts awake
I begin to question why I'm out of bed

It is as if my daytime self is different than my nighttime self
and at the sight of sunbeams my nighttime persona snarls
my daytime heart has taken over
and suddenly I am afraid,
an emotion that my night body does not feel

I turn back to the mouth of the forest
but the wolves are gone
and for the what seems to be the first time in my life
I am happy to be alive

From the shadows my night soul tries to warn my current state
it will not last
and the wolves will be back at dusk
the same question on their tongues