Wolf girl
her movement so strange
like she's drowning from
the voices in her head
a psychosis, senses streaking
like words flooded on the
page of her one of her books
thrumming, humming bodies
before her eyes that she
is caught like a disease
and the sedition of her
mind
like a forest in flames
echoes like the last time
she
held
his
hands
and
looked inside him
those worn pieces of concrete
& soot
plummet & plunge
leaving only the boy.
Only
the
boy
who refused to cry wolf
against her
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:55 PM UTC
Wolf girl
her movement so strange
like she's drowning from
the voices in her head
a psychosis, senses streaking
like words flooded on the
page of her one of her books
thrumming, humming bodies
before her eyes that she
is caught like a disease
and the sedition of her
mind
like a forest in flames
echoes like the last time
she
held
his
hands
and
looked inside him
those worn pieces of concrete
& soot
plummet & plunge
leaving only the boy.
Only
the
boy
who refused to cry wolf
against her
2011
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