Sharp teeth and locked eyes,
bruises all along my thighs,
running
away from the noises and screams
but there’s nowhere to go.
how do you escape your demons?
how do you escape the world
if you locked yourself in?
i think i am
lost in your eyes.
but wolves are
running
after me,
the wolves
of our past,
wolves
escaping your mouth,
wolves of sad poetry,
as fire escapes your hands
yet you always keep them
near my skin.
it hurts,
but it’s better than the snow
falling from the ceiling,
i’d rather burn out
than never see light,
fright
is now natural to me,
for the wolves
have blood running down their teeth,
probably from their last victim.
wild things,
wild thoughts,
chasing,
running,
never stopping,
not even to catch their
breath,
because they’re so determined on
catching mine.
-Abhiraj das
