tearing
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Wolves howl on this silent night.
Singing out anguish to the moon.
Letting their fear and anger be known.
Raising their voices, letting their pain be known.
Clear blue skies, starry nights
The brightest star, the biggest constellation
The world shines, forever bright
In the beginning,
I ran.
Hard and fast,
Quick and light,
Like lightning.
I took a bus.
Drove away,
You left, but I’m not alone.
You are still oozing out of my pores
Whispering at my ears
Tingling at my palms
Fumbling with my words
Playing with my hair
Blinding my vision
Filling my soul