They follow me home and sit while I sleep. I leave crumbs by the woods, but they never retreat back to the forest and let me dream.
Oh dear God,
I need some sleep.
Disguised as wolves they growl and they bite. I cover my throat while they lick their lips night after night. I shake and know once they get the smallest of tastes I’ll be picked apart piece by piece.
Oh dear God
should I let them eat.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
they disguise themselves as wolves
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