November Nights: Poetry Collection

By Sophie Trieste

  1. A Wolf’s Game

Kiss my neck before you unzip my dress.
Let you in my bed,
not in my pants.
Let you curl up next to me
underneath my sheets.

Fool me again once more,
so, I believe you when you say
I am the only one.

Sleep tight.
Turn out the lights.
Kiss me goodnight,
but don’t hug me goodbye,
before you transform into a wolf of the night.

Moon beams bright,
culling your capability of the night.
Laceration of skin, and mane flaying,
when you shapeshift
with all of your lies.

The wolf that stalks my nights,
howl against the shrieks,
lure in your other lambs.
I’ll watch your claws mangle limbs.
Though when the sun rises,
you’ll be stripped of your coat,
and your power over me will be dismantled.
I bet then,
you’ll learn to regret what you did.

2. Alone Again

I don’t want to cry.
He doesn’t deserve it.
But I spent so long crafting my boundaries,
Just to make the mistake of letting him ruin me.

I believed him without questioning the jury.
Regarding his reliability,
I let him fool me and my family.

Stone on top of stone.
Great, white marble,
Build your cliff,
Only to shove me off.
Watch me plummet.

The heart I let you tame,
Slammed into the ground,
Leaving a crater as my scar.
And yet, you walk away unbothered.

Take that pretty hike down,
One foot in front of the other,
Walking on your even ground.

Screaming, thrashing,
Waiting to hit the water,
I wonder if I will drown.

Brace for impact.
One big splash.
And then I can swim to my other land,
Where I am alone once again.

All views expressed in this poem are the poet’s own, and may not reflect the opinions of N/A Magazine.

Posted Friday 5th December 2025.

Edited by Chase Jackson.

3. A Gamble: Lost

Shuffle the deck,
Deal me in.
Queen of hearts,
It feels like a win.

I’ll show you my hand,
and won’t think when say I'm all in.
You don’t take the gamble.
Your chips stay stacked;
play it safe, fate check.

3 cards you deal me,
All royalty, faces staring back at me.
Still, there’s only one card in your hands.
I can’t raise the stakes anymore,
I call. Show me your hand.

The joker;
I should have known that’s how you’d win.
Why play the game,
If you knew you’d win?