Silver Bullets

you are scars


onto my soul

black ink memory

etched into my skin

silver bullets

shot from a high–powered rifle

penetrating my flesh

embedding into my heart

my lungs

i watch the drops of blood

slowly pool at my feet

while I struggle to breathe deep

the empty air left behind

in your wake

I long to feel the bone wracking


of woman into wolf

human cries will not do justice

this mourning requires

midnight howling to the starless sky

and the cold light

of a full moon

the echoing chorus

of lupine brothers and sisters

who know my pain


© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved

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