Aug 04, 2016 22:12
Hikkomori
i stalk the wild whispers
i wait beneath the brush
not to pounce or slink
there was a time
when my teeth were less sharp
hollowed, chattering and hidden
what is a wolf without a pack?
was i driven out?
wandering around the pond,
listlessly kicking stones
until the hunger sets in
speak to me, ripples in the pond
moonlit reflected sky
arrange my place among the stars
before the bones give way