Wolf Life
It's like this when born
For some at death as well,
You fell into the maw
Or someone pushed you in.
Some days it feels colder
Inside your mind,
Entering in the paw marked stall
Where entrails leave stinking scent.
You are there at break time
And it snaps at your heels,
You snap to attention
Every nerve, at fires mention.
Once upon a midnight's pyre
You forgot the matches,
Now wolves approach to catch this,
Their own dinner of toes and nose.
Your mind knows no difference
Between rejection or infliction
Of an injury to body or soul,
So climb out of your head for breaths sake!
Hexaverse
Copyright © Kathy Anderson | Year Posted 2020
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