Fuel the Nightmare Fire
Explosion.
Nuclear warfare ignites the city;
the meltdown happens
far too soon to process.
My eyes flicker open
to hospital lights -
white sanctuary walls
keeping six survivors safe.
I stagger down halls,
IV-strapped hand
dragging the metal post
feeding my veins.
Seven is critical; severe condition.
My blood is transfused
with the surgeon's words of ice,
yet the struggle goes onward.
I won't leave the one I love.
I cry out the pain
before our encounter.
I cry even more when
I discover the truth,
my darling ...
This hope was hopeless.
A savage they have made,
clawing like a creature
through air vents and
hallways - a shadow.
I run forward,
stumbling as far as
these legs can take me.
Collapse.
All the pressure
can't hold these steps,
nor can they conceal ache.
"I don't want you anymore."
A lone beast now more than ever
has wilderness in her eyes.
I am met with them
and eternal last words.
I can only watch as she turns away -
Scream.
That's how I wake;
I'm howling your name,
fearing impending abandonment.
Although, you never do.
My loyal wolf never left to begin with.
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