Wishes Are Werewolves: By Hibah Shabkhez

by Ravi Magazine · Published 3rd July 2024 · Updated 3rd July 2024

Wishes are werewolves, devouring all

They see, in the beckoning moonlit night

No memory will quite hold. The fey call

To turn, deeper than reason, will vanish –

As if it had not been, and the human

Eyes that find the remains of the carnage

Will not need to pretend innocence. None

But the unwitting monster could feel so –

Still – the earth remembers all the spilt blood

The earth takes up each broken, disdained thing

Spurned by the leaping wish, binds up the flood

And turns it to bramble leavened by rose.