Wolf’s Head

I love the bite
    the chill
           & surrender to its eternity
          
     You can always
                     armor
          in layers
but you cannot steal
             your breath
                   back when the wind
                          sucks it out of your mouth

 I was born on a dark December morning
       where sun rises slow as molasses
           broke through as a shrill scream
               rolls over hills / everything it
                              touches it shatters

      I am made of chaos
            I navigate torrential waters
         A human storm
                  one resistant to bottling
  I am much more than even I can handle
                maybe that’s why my body
                                                   betrayed me

             & now I know my epitaph
         farewell for now, beautiful world
                            God knows I’ll be back

–LM