Tuesday, 25 November 2014

On the back of a wolf

bartholome_hummerfink_by_alexanderjansson-d67r7qz.jpgThe soft fur tingled as it touched my scarred and bloody hands. The forest floor creeps around us as if it's alive and trying to strangle us. We are stuck in the woods, bandaged , bruised, cut and prepared to die. As we descend down the moss I bend down to kiss the wolf on it's glittering, silky fur. Serenity was the only thing keeping me alive but it was falling from my grasp fast, and I couldn't get it back from the fear that was creeping up inside my body, prepared for the kill.

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