Count on this
I will show my teeth
Growl at things that are different
Howl at things that are missing
The night sky has no Moon
I burn to claw and bite white skin
Lay on your back, even in the snow
I limp on this paw, step into fresh pain
Impaled by something
Corroded into my flesh
Don’t run, don’t walk,
Curl into the blanket of earth
With the warm smell you know
Close your eyes
Just until