You will search for someone else's hell
when your own is fear tapping at the windows when it rains,
reminding you how unwanted
a wolf girl is, with her bared teeth
and sharpened claws that will break
when the truth slips out of her jaws and onto the cheek of an angel girl.

You will search for someone else's hell
when your own is being kicked out in the rain
for loving with blackened lungs of wolves
who've been stuck in the city,
when they are meant to be alone in the valley,
miles beneath the angels' wingtips.