jethro’s daughter: big bad wolf

by Allister Nelson

It’s bloody and raw

but it’s somebody’s

business.

I’m a wolf traipsing

across nightshade

moonlands.

I’m the beast at bay

in your bed, combing

your persimmon hair.

I whisper sweet nothings

into your ear: swanfoot perchta,

eidolon cleft from my ribs,

witchmilk daughter – don’t

you know that sorcerer

husbands like I

leave your heart, bloody and raw,

bleeding

on claret snow?

*Stay tuned for Allister Nelson’s next installment of Jethro’s Daughter next week.