Chase

I am sleeping with wolves;
they love me and my heartbeat,
how it runs and leaps
and trips, faltering
with fear. They love
to bark and bite
at my ankles, imagining
how I could run
from them.







I will understand this later, which is slightly annoying because I want to understand it now but my subconcious doesn't cooperate with me.
Anyways, I really need to go to sleep.

Cut

hands shaking- why? body
vibrating, tremors running
through my muscles constantly
and for what reason? not
cold- it is summer
and i can feel the hot
tongue of humidity pressed
against the back of my neck.
arms wrapped around my bent
legs, pulling them in closer
to my chest because I am still
trembling. why?
why?
i am afraid.
i cut the chord, and
i didn't feel a thing.







It took me a while to realize why it was so hard to drink my tea without spilling it.
I'm afraid that I'm becoming a bad person.