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.

I tried to rid myself of your presence,
but it was like ripping off a limb
and then realizing that the poison had already traveled in.
So I tore off the other places
until eventually, I was peeling your scent off with my skin
and your whispered words off with my lips.
There is nothing left for me to give.
I know that I am helpless now
that you are in my heart.