Wolfmother

Wracking agony
Burning, ripping fear
Earpiercing cries
Soft mumbles
My heart crumbles
With every raised lip-corner
Each downwards turned sideways glance
A child made of fruit
Peach fuzz cheeks
Strawberry scent
Mint Kisses
A peachpit heart
Solid and ready to grow
When it’s planted
And when it’s ready
I’ll be your Fence
Your barbed wire
Your wolfhound
Your Gatekeeper
Greyback, Lupine
I’ll keep watch over your pack
While the moon rises
No surprises
I’ll hear
And be there
Your wolfmother

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