Ethereal

Tonight's full moon is not yet completely full.

I would go out if I could, when it shines perfectly round and cry my monthly cry, like a wolf, a wild animal that is captured within me, within my human body.

I would moan to the moon and run free from myself, scream and fly, growl and die.

Calling the wild, calling for help, calling for something and yet keeping everyone off and away.

If I don't bring it upon myself, I will be drawn into it, captured forever.

Lonewolves die alone

If I was to be granted only a small gift, I'd ask for a second First Kiss