Caged Wolf
A captive in her own skin.
A cage made of iron and bone.
Veins boiling and awareness of magic receding.
Little wolf, why are you trapped? Can't you break free?
In her prison of tears and torture
She growls back -
I will not yield.
--- klc
from the Wolfenstein collection
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Stuck in the Middle
Poetry"Here I am, stuck in the middle with you." A journal of poetry and prose. Enjoy. All of these poems are originals, and all rights remain reserved.
