i try to tell her.
she seems to understand.
but i know,
she's not understanding what i'm really trying to tell her.
how can you tell someone that you're actually alive when everybody thinks you're dead?
she gets that i'm lonely.
she knows that i'm the prince of wolves.
she doesn't know that i am glass.
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Prince of Wolves
Short Storyi hear them howl, for them. for me. for flesh. for blood. and i wonder, i wonder if i'm supposed to feel so empty, so cold. ❄️ #674 in short story - july/august 2017 #216 in my youth - august 2018 -completed
