madame

a clawless cat and a wolverine

hand in hand

teeth to teeth

shedding skin

blindfolded agony

seeking shelter

in the night

tail friction, an edgeless must

nothing but yellow moss left behind

she purrs and whispers

licking the salt off his fur

he gently bites

teaching her how to howl

Will you be there when I fall?

Kiss me goodnight. Kiss me on a good night.

It's easy for her to forget she is more than an echo of a heartbeat, a thought that got away. If she was given a body and a life, what is it you want her to do with them? I don't think she can pretend she is human any longer.

If this in-between state of dwelling is her destiny, don't tease her with promises you can't keep. It is making her sea-sick. And you know how hard it is to travel with nausea wrapped around your heart. It makes joy almost impossible.

Walk.Write.Wait.

The craving never stops. It gets louder, but never changes color.
She is only a shadow. A projection of a thought.

She shifts between depths breathless and shapeless. Nightfall perpetuates all hidden lusts.
Hunger doesn't live here anymore.

Blood drips from her nose as she waits for a pink future.