Halfway post.

Today is day sixteen of my month of writing, so to highlight I've decided to repost "Wolf" considered to be my best poem. Why not compare it to those I've done so far? I personally think Eating Calliope is just as good.

I'll Be The Wolf

I saw you again yesterday.
You walked down main with your basket in hand,
whistling a tune from your red lipstick lips.
Did you know your hips swing when you walk?
I want you.

My eyes widened.
I breathe heavily.
You wore nothing
underneath your red uniform.
A nip from my mouth, or a scratch,
Red, no one would notice
a little crimson on your shirt.

From Main to First,
you walked along the path.
I followed in shadows of alleyways.
I'm close to you. I can smell you,
despite the dirty, rotten, trashcans beside me.
I can still pick up your new cherry apple shampoo,
smells delightful with your baked lemon cakes and tea,
that hides within your basket.

Oh, how delicious you smell.

I can't wait to finally have you,
your pungent scent luring my body
down against your young skin.
Tearing off your uniform,
piece by piece, exposing your breasts.
I want to drag my teeth against your soft skin,
biting down on your thighs, wanting to eat you up.
Just like your lemon cakes, your yolk would be delicious.

Saliva drools out of my mouth,
my tongue drags across my sharp teeth,
in anticipation when I catch you.

I watch as you deliver your cakes.
Everyday, every single day,
you go to the same rundown house,
with broken gutters and peeling white paint,
and have tea with an older woman.
And I wonder Red,
what does she have that I don't?

I know one night we'll meet.
It'll be cold, goose bumps raised,
taking a shortcut, into the alleyway.
No street light, no flashlight,
just you, me, and my darkness,
tearing into your flesh.

- Wolf.