Tell the wolf

Tell the wolf
I’m ready,
I have been ready
my whole life,
I come with offerings
of splintered bone,
broken souled and brittle ash,
reckless, burdened, heartless,
I come bearing sickness, and lies
I come with forked tongue
and the voice of the wretched,
with suicide eyes, a murdurous heart
with every wrong I’ve ever done,
I don’t want forgiveness
I don’t deserve it
I want freedom, I want to run
I want the wind on my face
blood in my teeth,
I spent too much time with the dark
I cannot fathom this light
it is too diffuse, too permeable
too fucking bright,
Tell the wolf I’m hungry,
Starving for something I can’t find
and I will walk into the woods
on a pale moonlit night
like every story, every fairytale
that has ever existed
skyclad under the wandering moon
I will walk with purpose, with desire
I will offer my pale skin, my darkness
my light
Dear old wolf you could run with me then
or rend me bone from sinew, open me
feast upon what no longer matters,
You could fuck me with feral grace
fingers dug into dirt to hold on, let go,
you could lay with me silently
hands wrapped in fur, holding strength in endings,
I no longer care
I’m ready