she wolf

you howl and you howl
each night
and I’m an owl
turning my head
round and round
to find the source
of sound
the face of what
breaks my peace
but it’s too late
you’re inside of me

night owl
because you don’t let me sleep
broke into my head
made yourself at home
in my mind
that once hallowed ground
that let the idea of you seep in
that you sowed deep in
a seed of sin
for me to reap
you’re all wolf, no sheep
ideas of you wax without waning
more and more each week

Shelby Pack (she/her) is a content writer and poet from South Carolina. She is also the co-editor of Lackadaisy Literary Magazine. Her work has been published in Eunoia Review and Maudlin House.