THE INSATIABLE INNER-WOLF

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Submitted Date 01/22/2019
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A grey wolf sits patiently beside,
unless my typewriting subsides;
then her jaws creep insidiously
towards my cheek.
Her right eye droops sickeningly.
Her rotten tongue lolls to the left.
Fangs stained black; her
gums drip emergency red.
Her panting reeks of death as her mouth slowly unfolds.
I see only teeth and matted fur.
I hastily clack at my keypad
and
she halts;
observes me swallow my tongue.
Maggots fall from her jowls
and
she never blinks,
and
her stomach always growls.
-Thomas E. Lockhart

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  • James D. 2 weeks, 4 days ago

    I know that feeling. And “emergency red”! I like that.

    • Thomas Lockhart 2 weeks, 3 days ago

      Thank you James! I have no doubt you do; you have a signature style that is apparent throughout your pieces I have read.