Heaven Tyszko


Spirit Wolf


My brain is static I’m ecstatic feeling
Fantastic: Mesmerize,
Tantalize, hypnotize curves
Unbelievable: I’m becoming one
Of the wolves.
Running wild
Feeling fire
Even for a little while
No denial.
I will be naked and free
I tear my clothes
And run
Until I start to feel like me.
My blood boils
With urges that start to spoil.
I’m foiled.
My body goes in to supersonic
Electric blast
My heart beating
Fabulously fast.
Running again till my blood
Runs thin
I’m ready to sin but not gods ten
I’m not the kind of wolf that
Blends in
I will never hide my cravings
Ever again……….

I stop and breathe
On the
Forest floor
Listen
To the majestic
Rain pour.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, February 25, 2014

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