Com Voce — Garota Lobo

“Aren’t you scared?” she asks once, stopping under a broken streetlamp.

I’ve written it as a lyrical prose-poem / flash fiction piece. Garota Loba Com Você 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. “Aren’t you scared

Garota loba com você — that’s the thing. She’s not a wolf girl alone . She’s a wolf girl with you . Her teeth aren’t sharp — not yet

“That I’ll bite.”

You wouldn’t notice her at first. In the supermarket, she’s the shy one reaching for the darkest coffee. In the library, she’s the silhouette tucked behind the mythology section, fingers tracing the spines of old bestiaries.

At you.