riled in slumber her face fevered cussed about the terrain of a floral breeding bedding patterns and the print bunched in struggles in smudges an amateur trial with sisters makeup primal cosmetics make a mock daubed ceremony for slumber
dusty and museum are her dollworks an amphitheatre audience overlooming her berth flaunting the gallery shelves sustained expressionist menace Roman eyes and Victorian ridicule stuffed suffering with Ugly Duckling down ****** sawdust and your sullied label they bray and they brawl and they sluice their gull gall a sick drizzle over the sleepers form
from the exterior wild wails the weather its being drubbing peers fragile at the windowpane a raid on this vulnerable sleeper impounded in bedroom aloft raised to meet the jet stream
she is fumbled in dreams...
abraded adolescent swells judder out figments a bleed of vandals siling her muted childhood parading the playground berating old once loved playthings adopting no sympathy adapting in favour of the wild riding will of the direful pre familiar
into the woods...
a ***** charmed breath dressed smartly as boy stoppers her pathway insisting a gentleman's assistance frustrates her recitations of grandmothers doting stern teachings like fragile pottery come to harm broken into teeth the quick blood beating this nocturnal forest busy in heat bonding death to refract the hustling moon
a company of wolves fill out the clearing not a spell too soon their howls reverberate jeering mocking their new glut sifting followers from the raggle-taggle array of fools the foolish dreamers rounded up amongst them she stands red dressed and nervous one hand clasping and sexing the other
fortified a great jaw operates here an excited irresponsible mastication committed to this fairytale
...agitation in her sleep
Inspired by the movie version of The Company Of Wolves
i. some days I am more wolf than woman and it’s hard to hide my fangs. I’ll hiss and snarl and spit the blood of those who trespass against my land.
ii. some days I am more wolf than woman and it’s not that hard to understand. I cannot be tamed or caged or chained, I am the alpha of the pack.
iii. some days I am more wolf than woman and there is no strength I lack, but hiding and camouflaging with the sheep does not make my fur more black.
iv. most days I am more wolf than woman, and you’ll find me bathe underneath the moonlight. in the slightest of mannerisms you’ll discover, it’s not that easy for me to hide. hunting and guarding and marking until the weary day turns to night. in the way, that I tread the land these claws covered by a pretty coat and smiling- hah, no that’s the predator baring her fangs to show you how it’ll dig into your throat.
The time is now Prepare to fight We move as one Under dead of night We hit the ground Without a sound Everywhere we look There's evil abound The hunt begins We absolve your sins Don't take us lightly We're not jester's and fools Warriors of God The legion of wolves
Two wolves, dancing in the night The way they play is such a magnificent sight As they run, enjoying every breath of air The two dance around the trees without a care One wolf stops, and they both stumble to the ground All in a jumble wolfish grins and laughing all around The wolves rise and look to the sky Sing out do the wolves, sound ringing out in harmony, 'I won't say goodbye!'