She was full
of heartache and poetry
always trying to save the wolves
instead of running from them.
The gleam of the moon
in her eyes
made the wolves howl,
she could not escape;
she was drawn to them
and them to her
like moths to
her flame.
I became a wolf
that night,
I couldn’t help
but become entranced
by her softness
and the gentle lustre
she wore so intricately.

Photo Credit: I’m Priscilla (via Unsplash)


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