Forest

They are all mine.
I have to do nothing more than crouch
and wait
and breathe
and they will come to me like a flock
of senseless sheep lining up
to go to the wolf’s arms.

She is all mine.
She follows close behind those in front of her
and shudders
and breathes
and will be the first recipient of my
small, forceful friend for she
wants it the least.

He is all mine.
He sits beside me, full of fear and hesitation, 
and agrees
and breathes
and I know that the moment I signal,
he will faithfully do my bidding
for he has felt my pain.

The forest is all mine.
It wraps around me, folds me in dark and damp,
and watches
and breathes
and does nothing at all to hold me back
because it knows the truth just
as I know the truth.

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