Garota Lobo — Com Voce

Not into a monster. Into truth .

Com você means she chose you. Not the pack. Not the hunt. You.

But when the sun bleeds out and the moon climbs raw and white over the city, she changes. Garota Lobo Com Voce

You think about it. Her teeth aren’t sharp — not yet. But her loyalty is. She would tear through anyone who hurt you. She would track you across three states by scent alone. She would wait, patient as winter, outside your door if you asked her to leave.

When you’re together after midnight, her eyes catch the streetlight like amber. Her laugh gets a little rougher, lower in the throat. She walks ahead of you on the sidewalk, barefoot, her shadow stretching long and feral. You notice the silver ring on her finger, the one shaped like a howling snout. Not into a monster

At you.

“That I’ll bite.”

I’ve written it as a lyrical prose-poem / flash fiction piece. Garota Loba Com Você