"Shadows of quail." Whoa.

"Your fog-laden esophagus." Aha. What a brilliant line.

"And when I turn to touch myself, I do it with your shrapnel fingers." I cannot even begin to tell you how amazing this line is. It caught me so off-guard. I love it. The imagery is so chilling.

"The teeth of their children." Honestly, where do you come up with this stuff? It's mind-blowing.

"Naiadic sobs." Nice allusion.

"All that arises is the thunder of wolves." Wow. What a stunning ending. This really is a fantastic poem. Your diction level is wonderful. :)

Wow! Such vibrant descriptions!

I don't dare quote anything for I

would become carried away. Stunning job.

I could really feel the emotions draining from this.