alone out there… just meat… just prey… I feed my two wolves… one red… one grey… the fence a lie… just meet… just pray… away my two wolves… one red… one gray…
I was in a backyard— fenced in… familiar… from childhood…
I felt younger… In a place that remembered me…
Still— I climbed the fence…
On the other side— the woods waited… too close for comfort…
Then the red wolf came—
Big… Hungry… All teeth and motion…
No hesitation— just intent…
I barely made it back over the fence— It stopped there… snarling… growling… measuring the distance…
Then it faded… back into the trees…
Silence pressed in…
I climbed again— slower this time… Quieter… Tiptoeing…
The gray wolf appeared—
Not loud… Not rushed… Focused…
It ran at me— closing the gap…
I reached the top of the fence— just in time…
It stood there— head tilted… eyes steady— as if I was already chosen… as if I was meat…