I LOVE YOU, HAIRY
I give you 5 stars. Take a bow. You’ve found out, haven’t you? It’s hard to believe, that out of the whole herd of wolves, you sniffed it out. Expectations are never met in the woods. Losing your grip trying to climb trees results in infection, results in disease. A deadly one. Slow at first but then all at once, a sudden downfall. Branches snapping beneath your feet. You are a twig. You are weak, and breakable. You don’t bend, because you aren’t strong enough. Don’t worry, I still believe in you. To me, you aren’t a fable nor a tale. You are real, and warm, riddled with instincts and impulse. Grinning with a mouth full of sharp teeth, you smiled at me. A daydream of locking fingers, but i had forgotten, the tips of your fingers ended with claws. Covered in blood and sitting next to death, I thought to myself before all oxygen left my body, that by nature you were to fight or you were to flee. The only problem is I was hunting you, but on the other side it came to me that i was the prey, and never a threat. Confusion blowing through the leaves with one single question. Did you fight me or did you fight for me?