The city street is their territory
And we are their prey.
I used to not mind it so much.
And their piercing howls.
In fact, I thought it was a compliment.
Walking through the undergrowth
As they bared their teeth
And pursed their lips
To whistle at me.
A call of mating and admiration.
Wolves howled at the moon to praise its beauty
So how could I be dismissive of such call?
I was their moon.
I wanted to be their moon...
But it didn’t take me long
To realize that they weren’t fawning over my dedicated fur
Or comparing me to the beauty of the moon
But rather my flesh…
And well...that made all the difference.
Predators on the street I used to adore
With their smoldering eyes and moist lips
That praised me for my long legs
And curving waist.
Wanting to know where I was going.
And if I would smile back.
Foolish little me...I thought they asked me to smile to see if I had fangs too.
Predators on the street look starving
Ribs poking through a fur of gruesomeness.
Bloodshot eyes and dry bleeding lips
Growling at my body
Foaming in anger as I refuse to answer them.
It took all too long for me to realize that it wasn’t curiosity they seeked.
That’s all they wanted.
All they saw me as.
I was just a flesh of meat.
Something they could just find and feast.
Barely a human
Not even a person….
Prey I was then
And prey I may still be
But I’ve got fangs now
And they’re far sharper than their teeth.