werewolf poetry i
[ I wish there were a safe place ]
[ A place where I could stay camped ]
[ A safe place protected like a room ]
[ That followed me wherever I would go ]
[ I don't know there this protection is ]
[ Only that it is plentiful when found ]
[ As long as there is danger, which there will be always ]
[ I will hide among the brambles ]
[ Until the danger has stopped ]
[ As long as I hide, the safe place ]
[ remains a wish ]
[ My hiding space becomes a dark cave ]
[ which I cannot leave. It traps ]
[ Because the place of plenty must be expansive, so that the place of protection may change with our movement ]
werewolf poetry ii
Peter sometimes writes strange symbols when an opportunity presents itself. They don't seem like letters or random doodling, but there is a certain consistency to them, almost like hieroglyphs. I've seen him draw them with a stick or even his foot in the dirt, and he'll trace lines in the pile of the carpet, even though they're indiscernible afterwards. One time, after I had taken a shower, I noticed the traces of a few lines had appeared in the fog in the mirror. I think he had drawn them there after his own shower.
Whenever he can tell I've noticed his symbols, he scuffs them out immediately. I don't understand why--no, I do understand why actually, he's just still so scared, even if he's stopped cowering, he still flinches so much and he's rarely willing to take his eyes off of us. I just wish I could see what he's doing. Just to learn more about him, I guess. If it really is random doodling, I wish he'd at least feel comfortable enough to do that without fear.
Should I try to talk to him about it? Should I give him pen and paper? I don't want to scare him by showing him I've noticed. If they're words, I want to learn to read them, if it's art, I want to see it, if it's anything that comes from him I wish so much that I could share in it with him.
← this is the one left in the bathroom mirror.
What does this mean??
werewolf poetry iii
[ i know I am a wolf when I hear the heartbeat of the forest pounding blood into my ear. I know when I am tired and there's nothing I wish to do more than rest my head on a pile of leaves and slowly inhale the scent of death until it becomes me and my body knows it may rest. I've never wanted to be civilized, I've never wanted to be part of something greater. There is no need to want it because it already is, as long as my feet and my paws and my skin and my fur is on this earth, it is in it. ]
[ I'm feeling so strongly each time because I know this so deeply. Perhaps I was in another life, perhaps I wasn't. But I can be certain I am now, at least in this very moment. ]
[ Once again I am dizzy. ]
[ Once again I have the scent of meat on my breath. ]
[ Once again I feel cool liquid on my tongue and wait for the moment when my tongue can finally loll out in a drooling, panting hand ]
[ a million little selves ]
werewolf poetry iv
[ I dreamed last night you were a deer. You stood tall on your two legs and still wore your black boots, but your freckles turned into the dots of a new fawn and your face was covered with that of a deer. Your eyes were black and hollow as if you wore a mask. you stood there, beneath the cedar trees, and looked right at me, almost inviting me to leap forth from the brush, knowing I was there and still waiting for me. ][ I hesitated, still wanting the best chance, and every failure I'd ever had rushed through my head. I could see you bolting away so clearly I could hardly tell which of you was real. And when I took a step forward, I felt a weight pushing me down and pulling me back. I couldn't tell where it came from. ]
[ Your hollow eyes got bigger and bigger until your whole head was a dark void, the kind I'd only seen indoors. ]
[ You turned and danced away like a sprite, and suddenly I became so ravenously hungry I bit a hole into my tongue so I could taste the blood. ]
[ When I awoke my mouth was like tin. ]
[ I haven't been able to talk to you since. You're not like the others but I still don't understand you any better. I don't know what you are. You don't feel like wolf but you feel even less like human. ]