THE INSATIABLE INNER-WOLF

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