Hunter Davis (she/her) // Contributor
Jordan Richert (he/him) // Illustrator
if i were a wolf
and you were a hen
in the morning
id pluck out
every tooth,
every fang,
every claw,
so i could be soft for you.
in the night,
when you’re asleep
in your little coop,
with your little hens,
i’d sew each tooth,
each fang,
each claw,
back into place
and return to the comforting,
natural,
brutal life,
that i hide so well for you.
but did you ever question,
did you ever think,
even for a second,
maybe even a day,
that once i was a hen too?
Category: Literature