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The Wolf that you Feed

by Johanna May

The side that was born of this world
is hurt, its feathers ruffled up a little.

After stepping out, playing with these
antiquated mating rituals, to tell

each toll is worth it and to please
give up some softness hidden inside

the hard surface you locked you in.
The sting is still a surprise,

there are rules set up in these games
the moment you roll the dice

you give something up. Some tender
gone, some that go are final.

Some finalities will not make it where
memories are kept as ours.

The side that was born from the wound
of the world, unlocks a secret door

and says: “here take it, there is more
to give.

After you’ve taken you are free
to leave.”


Posted on 05/19/2023
Copyright © 2023 Johanna May

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