Girl In The Woods : Part Two

I spin around, gravel crunching
under my heavy riding boots.
The dense darkness encases anything
worth seeing as lurking danger.
Twigs snap and I whirl only to see a glimpse
of what preditor is prowling among
the shadows of which is its only sanctuary.
Another rustle in the leaves draws my mind
to the other side of the winding path.
Movements flicker around me,
circling me, as if I am a rabbit caught
in a round metal chicken fence.
And I am.
My lungs rattle in fear as I try my best
to hold my ground, feet planted,
But a growl from the dimness behind me
loosens my grip. Turning, I finally see
the monsters that have captured my body
in their hostile gazes.
Wolves. A half dozen of the wise but deadly
creatures connect in an unbreakable
circle around the helpless me.
My breath catches like a tangled rope,
lungs constricting in fear and wonderment.
These animals, although fierce and most likely
predicting my imminent demise,
are quite majestic. With haunting expresions
that seem miles and miles deep,
they look at me with a sort of
grieving lust. As if they know all too well
that my end will be entirely up to them, yet still
despise their actions.
I have heard, in the late creeping hours of the night,
mournful howls coming from their powerful jaws.
A sound so beautiful,
it rips through your very soul, as if
you your heart is dancing through the air
along with the noises they make.
The wolves, they do not howl now.
I suppress the overwhelming urge to run,
for if I do I know my end will come all the sooner.
Their red tinted coats stand on end,
fur bristling, claws extended.
A snow white wolf stands before me,
gazing at the slim figure in front of it.
Beside the white is black, pitch black.
The only light coming from it being the green color
of its knowing eyes. So strong they look together,
contrasting and complementing each other perfectly.
A pair is what they are
and what they shall always be. Even as
they take me away to deaths front door.
I wonder if all of these creatures can smell
the rigid fear on my breath, if they can
detect the soft sobs coming from my throat.
I see their paws inching forward, coming closer still.
Blinking my eyes closed, I take in the ancient air.
Then, casting my gaze up towards the darkened sky,
I wish upon every star staring back at me.
I pray it won’t hurt too much, and that
they make it quick. I pray they don’t
leave me behind, scarred and torn. And I pray
it will do them good; that my life will not be
wastefully taken.
Another deep breath, shaky hands
feeling the warmth of my ruby coat, I cast my gaze
back down to the eyes staring back at me.
So close they are, so alive.
My foot steps forward, confident, and I welcome
the end of my anticipation as
the dark wolf of the night leaps into the air.

Reviews

[Andrew N. Farrens]

Definitely a point of view story, great mental illustrations that leave the mind reeling, drunken with imagery......
Res Ipsa Loquitur.

[Crowbar]

1. The look in the wolves eyes make me feel like they might not kill her. I don't know if that's what you were going for, but that's how I felt.
2. *Predator
3. In the line that says "lungs constricting in fear and wonderment," If you mean that your lungs constricted because your emotions were fear and wonderment, then I'm not sure wonderment is the right word because that's not really an emotion you feel if you are about to be ripped to shreds.
4. Again, the ending was brilliant. You are really good at making that last sentence leave us wondering!