Wolves

Daunting — to walk naked among wolves,
their jaws quiver in excitement,
their fangs whiter than snow,
drenched in drool, ready for dinner.

A growling pack
circling this bare body
as it lays in front of them
emitting an intense odour of fear.

I close my wandering eyes
as I wonder:

will they embrace me in their silken fur
or will they gnaw me like yesterday’s meal?

Either way,
I’ll never see them coming.




This poem was originally published in “Welcome to the Sombre Days” (2018)

Jeremy Mifsud is a queer and autistic poet from Malta. Social ineptitude becomes a catalyst for his art as he weaves unsaid words into poems and stories. He is the author of the poetry collection Welcome to the Sombre Days (2018). More of his works appear or are forthcoming in Please Hear What I'm Not Saying(2018), TerseLittle Lion LiteraryConstellate Magazine, and others. You can read more of his work at www.poetrybyjeremy.wordpress.com and Twitter, @poetrybyjeremy.

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