I smell the wild on you. How the snow is caked in your fur. When the night falls, what does It offer besides survival. And the means to be something besides human. We're stuck here somewhere where The earth has broken. And the cold envelopes everything it Touches. You stand there in the snow Teeth bared. Not afraid to go at it once more. I've grown tired, so very tired. Your eyes burn the snow. That fierce longing to stay alive. What else does the night offer, We've consumed pretty much everything else except each other. And I am tired of fighting. Nothing pretty survives out here alone, In the dark. Together, you and I nestled in each other's warm. When hunger subsides. We'll find it in each other