04
Nov
wolf of neglect
Your back to me sets fire to the kindle of my intuition.
Your eyes stand alone in the room of masks and
veils and I catch them as I always do.
Sharp; while I cup the outline of your jaw
in my eager hands-the ghosts of our forgotten
secret transcending from my palms.
I reach into my chest, throw that blood soaked
organ into the words that run sweet like vinnegar.
My humility holds your steady gaze as I feed off of it
for days. Starved from the mockery of teased neglect.
Left to ferment in the blood at the edge of a wolf’s sharpest tooth.
I wait.
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