Blood

Blood red words

My stinging cheek

A silver knife hides behind you eyes

This is not what I want

A small seedling should grow into a tree

Not a monstrous wolf

Claws scraping the frozen ground

Prepared to pounce yet again

To cut me below the skin

A babbling brook falls from my eyes

As emotions rise in a tidal wave

Ready to drown us

Light, the color of bone

Fills the room

Consuming the image of you

That’s when I know

I’m safe