Last night I chased
a fox running rampant
through the woods
behind my home.
I will tell you this:
there is more carnal hunger
that flows through my veins
than human blood.
I caught up with the fox and tore out his throat.
I watched him bleed out and left him for dead.
In my mouth
grew stalactite fangs,
stretched my lips open
enough to encompass the earth --
and from the depths of my cavern
came a howl
that shook the heavens
and shattered the stars.
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