I wish I hadn't
Inherited your inherent inability
To let things go
I've been howling at abandonment
Since I learned that
Wolves can talk
And the moon hasn't treated
Me kindly since
The claws grip me
Strangle me
Wrestle me down into a helpless heap
the pretense of a monster
in the figure of a girl
Created out of the loneliest of nights
That the moon couldn't cradle
I learned to sleep in the paws of screams
Edging their deciduous incisors towards any
Glimpse of peaceful bliss
Tainting a mass of blood into
something less holy
Tree limbs scrounged around me
Engulfing me in twigs and leaves and dreams
That will never bloom when the sun
Finally reaches
How can I ever howl at the moon
When there wasn't a sun to begin with?
