The Company of Wolves

• The wolf is carnivore incarnate 
• Once he’s had a taste of flesh than nothing else will do
• The wolf song is the sound of the rending, you will suffer, in itself a murdering
• The shaggy branches tangle about you
• The wicked trees go fishing on behalf of their friends
• If you stray from the path for one instant, the wolves will eat you
• I wish I were a wolf again, to teach this whore a lesson!
• Those phosphorescent eyes… unchanged by metamorphosis
• She is an unbroken egg; she is a sealed vessel… She is a closed system
• She has her knife, and she is afraid of nothing
• Aged and frail… She has her Bible for company
• Eyes of a beast of prey, nocturnal, devastating eyes as red as a wine
• His nipples are ripe and dark as poison fruit
• The colour of poppies the colour of sacrifices
• She knew she was nobody’s meat
• She ripped off his shirt for him
• Carnivore incarnate, only immaculate flesh appeases him
• Sweet and sound, she sleeps in granny’s bed, the paws of the tender wolf