when I am the hunted
by Tianna G. Hansen
they hunt me by the yellow light of moon
I am a monster plaguing their village
consuming hearts of innocent residents
& feeding from the foolish bravura of men
I am what legend makes me — a primal
pariah, misunderstood. I refuse mercy,
take my victims full by their thick throats
now held delicate between teeth. one snap of
my jaws and their lifeblood flows inwards,
wolfsbane beckons further, new identities.
only silver bullets embedded in my heart
could stop me forever, otherwise I remain
in many lifetimes. I will rise, as if incarnate
again, so long as the birth is worth the pain.