Petrichor

Wolf by Wolf

Running,

Running,

Running,

Running,

Running.

Pounding on the skin.

Howling.

Constant howling.

Whispers of names;

Monstre. Monster.

Haunting,

Haunting,

Haunting.

But even worse;

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Thudding and pounding and chasing and haunting and it's so hard to contain.

Babushka, Mama, Miriam, Aaron-Klaus, Vlad.

The five wolves they come ready, hungry, longing for vengeance.

Growling and snickering.

Screaming and horror.

Armed and ready.

Chasing and laping at each other through the ink.

Howling for blood from the ashes.

Howling for me,

Volchista.

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A/N: Hi everyone, so this poem is based on a novel I just finished reading titled Wolf by Wolf - By Ryan Graudin. I would highly reccomend this book to anyone, but is a must read for those who have an interest in World War II, Nazi Germany and/or Adolf Hitler.

The blurb;

"Once upon a different time, there was a girl who lived in a kingdom of death. Wolves howled up her arm. A whole pack of them - made of tattoo ink and pain, memory and loss. It was the only thing about her that ever stayed the same.

Germany, 1956. Over ten years since the Nazi's won the war.

Seventeen-year-old Yael is part of the resistance, and she has just one mission: to kill Hitler.

But first she's got to get close enough to him to do it."

It was brilliantly written and I cannot wait until the sequel comes out.

- Alannah, LittleAussieDreamer