Wolf

My blood riots when the moon gets this big, when it gets this bright. I am part wolf. You should see my teeth, my brown hair. Do you ever wonder about your veins? Do you ever wonder about your bones? All these bits. All these pieces. All these poems because I never learned how to say: Maybe I’m just not brave enough. (Maybe I never will be…)

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