“Wolves”, Lana Crozier

The wild in you has gone out
to meet the wolves who are hunting

on the other shore. You can’t see
this wayward part of you

like you see your breath in winter,
but you feel the bite of canine teeth

as if you now live
in the throat of a panicked deer.

You’ve never understood before
what beauty means, how it

blasts the blood and leaves you
shaken, demanding more

than you can ever,
in this human body, be.

‘Wolves’, Lana Crozier
(image credit unknown)
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