22 Mart 2021 Pazartesi

i will die a wolf in making

i will die a wolf in making, with half-shaped words 

buried under my skin, breathing out a thin

whimper, howling, cursing, bleeding and praying.



i will die a wolf in making, asking

for a light that never came, begging 

for forgiveness and for a chance to 

find the one that gave me birth,

she was the one that held

my soul in her arms of silver

touched my cheek with the warm breeze

of morning 

        - the early dawn of life's arrival,

when i was still made of stardust and wonder-

    she gave me love and gave me laughter

before I was stained with

sharp blades of human mind,

dark whispers and evil thoughts


slowly

making 

their way

to 

...

slowly

making 

their way

to 

...

slowly

making 

their way

to 

...



then, I learned

that I was made for 

throbbing aches and restless nights


i will die a wolf in making, carrying

scars of condescension

my body riddled with deep nests, they

are infected wounds, all human-made

for the evil birds to hide in

looking for a place to stay

they'll leave when the sun awakens

having ripped my soul away.


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