Make no mistake;
My mother wanted to raise a wolf.
And just as the bone-white moon rises,
into the possessive arms of night;
I was pulled from between her legs,
and into her screaming embrace.
First thing she taught me was to bare my teeth;
I rose to womanhood howling.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:21 AM UTC
Make no mistake;
My mother wanted to raise a wolf.
And just as the bone-white moon rises,
into the possessive arms of night;
I was pulled from between her legs,
and into her screaming embrace.
First thing she taught me was to bare my teeth;
I rose to womanhood howling.
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