what if kindness
was a color
you could wear it all the time
in it’s bright and amazing glory
and know it would put a skip into the step
of all who saw you
you could draw a picture with it
put it into a flower
under a smiling sun
and W shaped birds
and those passing the fridge
would be happier
it existed
if only kindness
was as easy to share
as a color
if only.
“I am watching,” said the Wolf.
The low rumble of a growl can never be mistaken for a purr, but the sound of a content wolf and a hungry one can be too close for comfort.
Your heat is a sinful garden, filled with dark scents from a blood winter. I want to harvest you, reap the dew of a long hibernation from your fevered skin.
It is Spring and you rise on unsteady legs. You ache from being in one place for too long.
Abstinence has left you empty of everything but cruel memories.
Your limbs tremble with the need to run.
It is too early for a hunt.
But dawn is not so far away.