A blue moon and a wolf

The sun has set
a thousand times
since the night
a blue moon burst
and I opened my door
to a wolf grinning wildly,
chewing on my name.
My, what spectacular eyes
he had; deep pools of golden
madness churning the reflection
of my surprise
into blazing fire that broke
his gaze and seared fear
into my flesh.
My pulse raced, leaping
to ride the sweet stench
of terror ripping holes
through my veins
before it danced under
the great weight of his
paws crushing
the walls of my chest.
The sun has set
a thousand times
since the night
a blue moon burst,
and cast its shadow
upon pebbles,
and the wolf
that would steal my breath.
But even now, on
the eve of a rising,
I can barely breathe
until I hear them
howling in the distance,
and then I will drift, pulling
wilderness from my hair
under the light of a quiet moon.

Β© Nicole Lyons 2017

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