searching under every tree and bush
for a glimpse of her
hoping a power beam might catch her
in the open for the chase to begin
where thousands join in disbelief
her beauty beyond their dreams
catching their breath
and almost fainting
struggling against the crowd
grasping at those ahead of them
pulling them back and down
the night sky magnifying
a chase quickly becoming
a grasping herd of maniacs
Wild Thing looks back
over her naked shoulder
smiling into a laugh
the earth shakes
grass fields waving in the wind
with the misery of all their jealousy
she jumps off a sudden cliff
down into a sea no longer calm
disappearing into dark waves
thousands follow her
realizing too late
Wild Thing is the demon
they all have become.
Stephen Jarrell Williams writes at night, waking from his dreams, before they consume him. He can be found @papapoet on Twitter X.
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