Werifesteria – to wander
longingly through the forest in search of mystery.
I hear the call, the wild animal inside,
as my inner black beast stirs.
She wakes.
She hungers.
She thirsts.
She hunts.
Werifesteria.
The scent of Eros wafts through the
forest as I prance across the earthen floor.
He twitches.
He licks.
He crouches.
He growls.
Werifesteria.
We circle. My head spins. We pounce. Every
muscle in my body burns.
We hiss.
We seize.
We bite.
We scratch.
Werifesteria.
I am prey. He is prey.
We are prey. We are devoured.
I lick the blood remnants from my claws
and remember.
Werifesteria.
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