La Mujer y La Loba

Loba loca - they whisper
The crazy She-wolf
Stalking the edges of civilization
Howling like a madman to the moon
Licking my bloody teeth with a wild grin on my face

Half woman, half wolf
Part human, part beast
I ebb and flow between calm rationale
And Aroused states of manic fervour
Wether it be pent up anger and frustration
Or the intuition of a future betrayal
I watch myself watching for the signs of death
Hyper vigilant for the moment another piece of me dies

I tire of collecting bones in wilderness
I tire of singing songs
Of singing life back into the ungrateful
Each bit of life I give to another
Chips away parts of my soul
Leaving me with nothing left to give to myself