I rip off this outer skin of falseness.
I am on all fours sniffing the ground for memory lost.
I scream guttural sounds at the moonless night.
Roll on my back in contented animal delight.
Where is my prey?
That which will sustain me.
My teeth gnash and snap.
Saliva flows welcomed
Unbidden.
The pain of hunger…
Sweet,
Necessary.
Fills me.
Receding images confuse me…
I was something else, before…
Fading….Fading.
The braying comes sweetly to my ear.
A lone sound in the darkness of hungers pain.
The chase is on.
This is why I am.
I do not see the terror in its eyes.
As I tear out its throat.
This is the dance, the game…
I am instinct!
…Survival’s pawn.
And I scream my victory
Shrill into the indigo night.
I am the pack less wolf.
I whisper my loneliness to the mocking Moon.
And I howl…
Thanks Para this is a few months old, some thought it was about a werewolf but I wrote it as an actual wolf. Ya know lose all that human stuff that is so annoying and just become a creature of instinct, that would be pretty cool.