The smell of your skin
could make any wolf grin.
Cracked and broken bones,
you said that there was nothing more
that could make you feel less at home.
Patterns of lights
shined through your eyes in the middle of the night.
They poured out onto the worn paisley sheets.
Holes in your head, bones so unique.
You realized i was gone,
beneath your feet, all along.
I was the one digging in the dirt
chasing the worms.
The chill in the air
could make any match flare.
Blown out by the wind,
once again.
All the light was gone,
but did it feel wrong?