Bad Wolves

Staring out the window,

admiring fragments of sunshine.

With the patchwork of time,

some lovers come and go.

If only our minds didn't remember

the bad wolves walking among us,

eyes hungry for prey.

This cruel thing.

Awaken drenched in sweat

from your greatest nightmare.

Chained to an anchor,

the secret you still mourn.

A beautiful, broken mind

capable of great & terrible things

whenever chaos happens to call.

A whisper in the air.