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Watching the Wolves circle...

What's sad is that her soul appeared empty.

Whats even sadder is that she knew there was a hole there but she didn't know what was supposed to be there.

In no way could she sense that her Life was missing and had taken leave of her and her surroundings. The brain wiring had been altered and the shell that was left was bereft of Light and coded with misconceptions and contradictions. She wisked around the wedding reception, glowing in acceptance of all the male glances she received. The wolves circled around a dress that was a bit too short and the cleavage that provided a look familiar to her nursing son. She basked in the attention, egging it on, but not truly understanding that wolves are attracted to fear and weakness and those slow to good decisions. I watched as the soulless attention was simply mirroring the soul she lacked.

It seems to be a misconception that wolves do not study their prey. It is always assumed that wolves are inarticulate and lack the mental capacity to pick their prey and diiferentiate in the soul levels of its victims. I watched the wolves. They seemed to defy these assumptions and stalk with purpose. I noticed several other women with similar attributes in similar clothing but the wolves seem to know intuitively to stay away from these women. These women had a slightly different aura; their shoulders were a littler straighter and their heads were a little higher. The wolves sensed a change or maybe the wolves could feel the heat from their souls and this heat didn't mesh well with the cold nature of the wolves. Amazing display..watching the wolves circle...

I spoke to her for a few minutes just to be polite. Her thoughts were mindless and the lack of intellect was foreign to my psyche. She was obsessed with her sexual assets and seemed convinced that the world appreciated her for just looking nice. The wolves loved her display but she had denied the power in her voice for the whims of wolves. Beyond her butt and her boobs she was bland; shallow as streams of water in driveways after a hard rain and lost in the misguided attention she received from wolves who only wanted to consume her and leave her more alone and soulless as she was today.

It was sad to see her enslaved to the wolves that she thought she controlled. And I couldn't help her. I could make her a drink or offer her a dance but I couldn't construct a balm for the whole in her heart. I couldn't change the wolves or stymie the lust to conquer and destroy. No words to save her. No wishes to help her. Amazing display...watching the wolves circle...

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