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for wolf girls there’s a road ahead
and one behind too,
so how to sort these contorting spaces
that forget her heart.
trashed wolf blood , left out for
craves + torned tongues.
what means the hollows when a voice is none. dripping water , drip , drip,
alone the wolves sit. in the world
that despises, less among the smiles are the eyes.
the eyes that tell,
the eyes that shape.
yet everything can change. will change.
does she forget her power:
“a lilly blooms!”,
sings the wolf,
“with honey dripping flowers!”
howling home,
“does your body
leak its petals?”,
does the sound emerge?
do untethered tongues grow?