Tempest Howls

Left in the wind

howling

full moon

calling blood to surface

bringing me to my knees.

Tempest

storm unacknowledged

swimming against the tide

fighting

desperate

I will make it back

crawl upon the shore

gaze up in weariness at the stars on high.

Count my blessings

there are none

only a cold darkness

that condemns.

Curled in a ball

curled in on my soul

desperate to make myself feel

desperate to make myself forget

contradiction

this I know

but you know not

see not

the rotting damage within.

See not

the reel of film

on autoplay

over and over

ravaging of my being

my heart

broken when so little.

No one cares

no one attempted to shelter

I have been alone

alone

always I shall be.

Pain

would that you could feel

sharp

blinding

no one can save

I am dying

care to acknowledge your part

your destination in this plot?

I thought not

Father wolf shall come

ready to rip out your throat.

Sit upon your chest

muzzle soaked through

gentle lick of the cheek

salted tears gone

head upon his fur

steady heartbeat

he is my protector

he is my……

Fuck you.

 

March 28/19

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