Werewolf’s Aubade1 min read

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Before I met him I was a wolf.
With the sun he rolled me over,
his cool hands on my hot gut.

He said, Good morning.
I still love you.

I remember the moonlight like naked silver
through my skin, my muscles,
glinting off bone, but that’s all.

I told him I’m afraid
I’ll wake up one day and be my mother.

He rolled his eyes.
You can’t just change like that.

I tried to leave but he held me. I said,
I’ll bite you. I’ll tear your collarbones out.

He said, No you won’t.

I’ll change. I’ll make you hate me.

No. You won’t.

I’m a wolf. I said. I’m a wolf. I’m a wolf!

No. He said. I will tell you what you are.

Leslie Anderson

Leslie Anderson

Leslie J. Anderson specializes in urban fantasy, science fiction, and horror short stories and poetry. In her spare time she trains various animals. She has an unhealthy obsession with coffee. Her collection of poetry, An Inheritance of Stone, was recently released form Alliteration Ink and her novel, The Cricket Prophecies, was released this year by Post Mortem Press. Her writing has appeared in Asimov’s, Strange Horizons, Daily Science Fiction, and Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, to name a few.
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