Moon.

Sep. 22nd, 2002 02:12 am
witchscauldron: (spiral)
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A silent white eye tracks overhead, too bright to sensitive eyes. Longing to howl. Craving release. A taste like cold iron in the mouth, burning. Muscles ache and twinge. Cram it in, push it down. Sighing. Gaze out the window again. Wish for a city to vanish, neighbours to disappear, something to chase that isn't a dream. Fangs prick the lips, a reminder of what isn't allowed. Deny it. Chain it. Forget it.

There is no place in the human world for a wolf.
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One day you’ll walk the world
and keep in mind
The heart you’ve been given
in winter time
And through the bitter cold,
with opened eyes
You’ll find the strength to fight
and stand upright