Biting Myself

i.

throw me into the wolf pack,

i'm just the dog -

tail between my feet

afraid to show my teeth -

my snarl means mercy,

pity,

"please spare me."

ii.

threw me into the wolf pack

and my snarl snaps shut -

compared to mine

they shred the ghosts that

come into sight

and i'm afraid to see what's behind me.

iii.

out of the wolf pack

i thought i'd lead,

but fear only followed me -

i'm still the dog

with undecided teeth

that sheds blood against the skin

but not strong enough to hit the bone.

....

oh, who am i to fool?!

i'm just a dog biting myself out of misery.