It’d been a night without words she hunted
in the dark gazed at the stars stared into
the flames she turned the spit among her blood
sisters who were now her companions, who
had been her rivals: girls’ blood, bloody souls.
Now the beast had been driven from hiding
and its fat sizzled and sparked in the coals
the way love dogs bark. One girl lay bleeding
near by, having stumbled during the hunt.
Rites of passage must always end bloody.
Tonight she’d taste another’s mouth, cast doubt
aside, grip their hips feel the heat, the weight
of one different than her; nervous to see
if she could make another soul cry out.