We Used to be Wild
#3 of Poetry
A poem inspired by my best friend and our complex relationship with each other and with the world.
We Used to be Wild
I was swallowed whole
by your howl. A spectre,
the sun rose. I remember
the tremor, midnight
feathers aquiver
when you found me.
Yawning maw filled
with wind and the sheen
of your fangs. You scented
past my silence, my hollow
bones. The trees were old
friends. We dove into dew.
Flesh blooms.
Flank heaving. Breath
shatters. Warmth, startled,
flees. Feathers and falling ash.
They caged me just to save me.
I pace in front of my window,
daylight dies between the bars.
Into darkness, cover cast over.
I set my watch on
the nightstand with
my first feather, your final fang.