Chapter 1:

Prey and Parties

Prey and Poem

Prey and Partys

Come play with us on the cusp

Of barbed fence all a rust

And then drink tea too sweet

As the bitter flavor washes down the meat

It’s sugar and spice it’s blood and bone

You’ll have a joyous day and never wish to go home

As we all fall a prey

To a joyful, joyous day

Carra Wolf