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I slept with wolves back then

Inside their den

But once at two a.m.

I heard them leave

in a pause that felt unending 

I followed those beasts

into the mists we ignore

I picked up my pace

while steadying my feet

Waiting for a gap to close proximity

I watched in awe

As the fluid filled gums

smacked red juice in jaws

devoured bone, soul, and all.

It was a terrible exhibition

I forgot how to live

or what good it was to exist

but all I see now are those jaws

dripping with purpose,

They seemed so certain