gone gone gone

a meager chinook murmur, golden leaves windswept and covering the pathway to Bailey Park. the galaxy’s shimmer shepherding us to our destination. the air crisp, our bodies flush with weekend leftovers. it was the Tuesday after Halloween and we were hungry for blood. more blood. 

famished, a wolfpack filled but never full.
a gang of untamed misfits, prowling for saturnalia.

gritting my teeth I took to the teeter-totter and invited Annie to join me with a wink and a dimple flash. irresistible, I, no matter our levels of inebriation or appetence. we seesawed like latchkey kids, wiggling and weaving and wavering, teeth aglow. far too clean for parasites like ourselves.

the remainder of our party twirling and twisting their torsos on the monkey bars and swing sets, I let out a triumphant roar. the nourishment was finally nourishing, and I knew it was only a matter of time in which my lovers would share in my bliss.