Part 1-3: Juxtaposed

Part I: An open dialogue between a wolf and his maybe prey 

Conversations take place
all the time

Who will be the predator
and prey, for the purpose
of this poem
let’s twist things around

A lone tiny sheep walks
in front of a Sigma
curious, fearless, and queries
“What would you like to do to me?”
green eyes immediately
focus on this newly sheared sheep
not a single patch of wool
with the perfect body
size for an ideal

The Sigma’s mouth begins
to water instantly while
he briefly assesses
this snack which literally walked
brazenly to request his desire,
animalistic intents persists
a myriad of options reside
in the wolf’s brain

The sheep’s optics
blinked quite a few times
think, cartoons of the 80’s
blinking, a genuine smile,
and the ability to patiently
wait for an answer
silence persisted
for several moments

The mouth of the wolf
started to open, then quickly
closed in a paused thought
before these words were spoken:
“Why do you want to know
what I would like to do to you?”

The sheep replies in a soft spoken
tone: “I’m curious; I want
to know what your thoughts are.

Will you completely
devour me whole,
would you take your time and play
with me until I relent,
do you even
want to taste me?
Look at my
flesh, I’m perfect
at this exact moment.
And I’ll ask again;
what do you want to do to me?

I really want to know.”

The wolf walks right to the sheep
wide smile, tongue hanging out,
and eyes that say: “hell yeah
to all of the above…”

Part II: Ravaged. What have you done to me?

The monologue of the Sigma

Poor little lamb
you boldly walked
into my den
I did what I’m built to
and you asked
truly clueless of you
I’m not meant to be underestimated


no one has power over me

In my eye line
this is something you wanted, what,
thought you would test me?
I cannot be tested
it’s truly impossible
I’m void of emotion
and extraordinarily impenetrable

It’s quite tragic really
I like your brazen style
it’s why I did not devour
you complexly

I mainly played with you
tasted your sheared flesh
I thought it would be fun
my teeth barely broke skin
had you been any ordinary lamb

I would have feasted
there would be no question
your body would not be here
you’d be chewed, ruined,
and consumed

And believe me, you would’ve
been the perfect two bite snack
not a trace of your carcass
at all, even the chewed bits
of bone swallowed whole

Part III: Vulnerable, shattered, afraid

The most inner reflection of the lamb

I don’t like it when my vulnerabilities
are exposed — when the shame
bubbles start to pop

What was I thinking?
I’m so confused, my defenceless
idiocy distilled me as perfect prey

I allowed you to desecrate my body
with your mouth
you made me feel wanted
and released me in the fashion
I’ve not felt

I remember bits of words:

“I could just take a bite
right here.”

“Mmm, the perfect shade
of pink.”

“I think I’m going to lick
and torture you mercilessly,
play with you for a long while
before boredom ensues
although, mmm, I appreciate
this flesh.”

It’s truly obvious

What the fuck was my thought
process? Asking a wolf…

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