The Wolves

uhh this won a poetry contest so thats cool

Yellow is the color of my lungs

   I exhale turpentine and sulfur

     Poison to melt your virgin skin

       Leave your blackened bones to rot upon this hallowed ground

Next spring red dahlias will remind me of your cowardice

Yellow is the color of my lungs

   I exhale rose petals and pain

    Bile growling in my throat, gold leaf stuck to my clasped hands

     Forced to pray to a god I did not believe in

      Such a beautiful tragedy I was, nursing the sadness from broken bottles

Blood found its way into the cold bath water

Yellow is the color of my lungs

   I exhale numbness and ghosts

    The same old fear lives burrowed inside my love

      Sickness tells me to beg for it, please forgive the mute i have become

       Hangnails and bruised knees

I know now that its not my fault

Yellow is the color of my lungs

  I exhale peppermint and takeout menus

    You no longer rip out my teeth and cut my hair

     You are barely living, a monster amongst men

      You were prescribed remorse but you hid the pills under your tongue

Truth will bathe you in her light but you have to be the one to look

I said I couldn't breathe

My insides lining your bloody maw

The choir sang, it'd be a sin to refuse

In your sleep

I heard you speak

“ It wasn't meant to be like this ”

When you whispered in my ear

Just how much you needed me

What you'd do to have me

I thought it meant you cared

But a predator needs its prey

And i'm tired of being sheep