For I have trapped the wolves
And they are ravenous
Attracted to the fresh blood waiting to be drawn
The first bite being the most desirable - I am overtaken
It rips through me - skin, flesh, and soul
I burst open with pain, my eyes ever wide
No longer with innocence, but the undesirable shock of knowing
The first wolf looks not at them
More swarm in packs of lustily green eyes
Wishing to ravish themselves upon me
Hunger only having grown in false satisfaction
They prey upon me thirsting to quench their desire
As I lay on the increasingly trampled patch of clover
I wonder if I will become unrecognizable
Only one piece of me would they leave untouched
My heart - though you took it long ago
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