The Wolf Writes a Sonnet
Content Warning: Sexual Assault
I hold a lycan hunger, deep in the belly, for flowers
Specifically ruby red perennials crushed in my maw
Who could compare her sweetness and persuasive powers
Especially when experienced within the dark wood so raw
She is small as a leaf I crush underfoot for fun in a bed of roses
Her red cap demands removal and scarlet cape commands me to tug
My beloved to and fro, and I behold her wet scent with my nose
Damp with the dew of darkness, I feast upon the cake she lugged
But she is as scalding as a tub of boiling water, and the burn
Only makes me run in my quadrupedal form, lithe as a jaguar
In pursuit of a rib-eye steak, frothing at the mouth, yearning
For a taste of her homemade cherry pie and gourmet candy bar
Alas, her wretched mother taught her the rules of the road
Girl wouldn't sell me a drop of honey, not if I begged or moaned
About the Author
Filipino-American poet Rayne Alarcio's (they/them) writing and photography have been featured or are forthcoming in two award-winning WriteGirl anthologies, Exposition Review, at LAX's Terminal 7 - 8, and elsewhere. Their prose has also been recognized at the national level by the Scholastic Art & Writing Awards. They are currently working towards their B.A. in English from Kalamazoo College. Find them at raynealarcio.com, or on Twitter @raynealarcio and Instagram @raynealarcio.