Poetry
Wolf
That thing is not the girl I loved
My love has long since left
A shapeshifter, a skinwalker
Your skin, worn like a pelt
Stinks of blood, and pain, and death
It laughs in your voice; it smiles with your face
But the eyes were obsidian slates
Like a film, left on far too long
Its features distorted and warped
still playing those movies starring us
"Let me in", you whispered and begged
"Out here is cold, and inside is home.
Trust me, love, oh trust me now"
Your words snuck beneath my hands
and crept and rooted in my mind.
It is not the girl I loved
It is no longer the girl I loved
But your face, your laugh, your body
Are you not the girl I loved?
I opened the door, for the girl I loved.
My love has long since left
A shapeshifter, a skinwalker
Your skin, worn like a pelt
Stinks of blood, and pain, and death
It laughs in your voice; it smiles with your face
But the eyes were obsidian slates
Like a film, left on far too long
Its features distorted and warped
still playing those movies starring us
"Let me in", you whispered and begged
"Out here is cold, and inside is home.
Trust me, love, oh trust me now"
Your words snuck beneath my hands
and crept and rooted in my mind.
It is not the girl I loved
It is no longer the girl I loved
But your face, your laugh, your body
Are you not the girl I loved?
I opened the door, for the girl I loved.