Wendigo

Boasting in your light, you
have forgotten the strands of flesh that
once made you human.
I had to be conjured
from broken
Memories.

I’ll feed on your stories of thunder.
Your charlatan tales
of valor, creating you
but not you.

Read me in your legends.
I am the one who roams in fear,
creating grandeur out of
carcasses.

Bone and ashes under
a licorice sky;
Lust stamped with a smell of
Wilderness. My screams
unrelinquished, yet
familiar.

How many bullets have you left,
Traveler?
Let me show you the way.