Carlos A. Avitia-Velazquez

    Inside your soul
Lies the heart
Of a wolf.

When you set your glare
On the prey you desire–
You devour it.

Shred it apart
With ink-stained teeth
And graphite claws:
Rip off meaning
Crush inconsequence
Ravish metaphors
Consume coincidence

Nothing of chance
Is left at the finish;
Only the warped image
Of what was once real–

          Seen through anapestic eyes.