Say again my name like a starving man, beastly
shadows clinging to your skin, my shame
a mask, all rosy cheeks and raw lips from falling
into this yearning that tastes of blood and teeth.
Wild, you used to wear the false shape so well,
hell hidden for five years until I too caught fire
with craving. I still ache from transformation,
cloak shredded for the baseness of fur and forest floor.
You come and go, but bitten I remain, cursed,
world warped crimson through lunar fog, thick and feral.
Even now as you prowl on across the plain, I whisper
the wind to rush through bare aspen branches,
breath through bone, marrow music calling back
a creature made to break, I pray longing to be broken.
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