The shadows scream like hyenas with excitement,
making sure no one else gets a peak at the demonstration.

A girl being devoured by a wolf can be quite a show.
Her flesh being torn piece by piece,
the results, cauterized skin and scratches that are beyond repair.

Now at war with herself, she starts drowning.
Every night praying and replaying that ****** mess.
A blame game begins.
The fingers being pointed are her own,
towards herself.

Seeking safety in strangers,
smoking reds, drinking box wine and loose lips
led the wolf and the girl to a place beyond the pool house.
A place where animalism was profoundly thick in the air,
penetrating every pore.

Her wounds healed but scars remained.
Did she bring it upon herself?
It is in a wolf’s nature to seek out the weak and put them in their place.
The piercing disturbance brought the devil to play that night.

Waking up to the cold reality.
It’s just a scar,
but it’s enough to keep her going.
Her friends open arms at the end of the race are her last hope,
and she’s clawing her way to the finish line.