lamb for slaughter & other fairy tales for wicked girls

November comes
with the suddenness
of yellow leaves
thick with morning
frost.
An entire year autumn-ing
between breaths.

December finds me
mid-metamorphosis.
A lamb,
ribcage & full-wool gusset
to hold in the blood, to hold in
the beating heart.

January dawns,
stalactites & ice white skies.
The bone-cold chill of dusk
turns me
wolf.
Bloody mouthed,
hungry.

By N.L. Shompole

Biography:

N.L. Shompole was born in Kenya. She is a multi-platform artist whose written and photographic works have been featured in various print and online publications including Two Cities Review, Words Dance Publication, Maps for Teeth, Invitation Annual, Kinfolks Quarterly and The Rising Phoenix Review. Lace Bone Beast, her most anticipated poetry collection was released in January 2017 and has received outstanding reviews.

She can be found on
Instagram @NLShompole
Goodreads.com/NLShompole
KingdomsintheWild.com