Thursday, November 29, 2012


She screamed,
a sound
raw with terror
and confusion.

Two wolves,
to which her heart
was leashed,
were running
different ways.

One of anger.
The other, remorse.
One rabid.
The other tame.

The strain
on her heart,
the angry snarls,
the pained yelps...

Her scream
from the trees
and although both loved her
neither paused.

At last the pain,
too great to bear,
woke her.

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