The Nest Is Full Poem by Raffael PonceValencia

I walk through the domain of the ravenous wolf.
Constantly looking over my shoulders.
Treading like feathers in fire.
Touching nothing around me.

My ears drinking the blood of their nest.
Trying desperately not to morph into the beast within,
slowly inhaling to supress the monster while my exhalations are laced with the silent mists of my tears.
They are what fuel their hunger,
but I cannot discontinue them else I become them.

Whilst my hearts attempts to coup and plague the exit,
they inch and snarl and sniff at the heels of my boots.
I can feel their hot breath on my back.
Their wiry fur poking at my neck and smell their desperate growls and menacing starving whimpers.
Yet I will not compromise my dignity.