(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

Wolf-pup, small and innocent
Loud noises make her jump
and whimper
Her teeth are barely sharp,
her growl high pitched and weak

Wolf-pup snuggles tightly against the members of the pack
scared and tired
and cold

Wolf stands tall, eyes dark
ready to pounce
teeth sharp, ready to tear through flesh
growl strong, loud and pulsates through the ground

the wolf-pup is the alpha now