Shorty Tails

The Wolves

With the choral-like winds, all bursting alight and the impression of your back pressed into the grass as you sit up. You breathe a cool zephyr that tickles at your lungs. Dizzy eyes trot on the slowly morphing cirrus cloud and dance towards my body. The ballet twirls 'round your skull until a gentle plié nods my features into your gaze. I dance with my arms spread across the sun, welcoming to hug its warmth.

And my smile gains transparency as it has to you for years, but this time, you're horror-struck and helpless. Their oversized paws trail into the dew yet to fade by the mid-morning. But, they're nothing. The fear they bring is nothing. A body twice the size of yours while standing. Teeth that could grind your bones to ash, feathering tails that surround that skeleton. We're not alone, rather, outnumbered. Soon you'll be alone with them, instead of alone with me as you always wanted.

I'm growing numb, my dear. My nerves are fading away as my skin shudders, mixing in with the displaced pollen, whisking up from the grass. I'm growing numb, and every exhale makes me fade with a bit more haste. You lift your arms in surrender, for all your actions destroy my presence even faster. So you tighten your ribcage and will it, pray for it not to move me further from you. All the while the wolves circle tighter. White fur glaring in the sun. Their heavy, exhausted bodies breaking the blades of Saint Augustine.

With my last breath, a pipe in hand. With my last dying puff of oxygen and a smidgen of temptation in the form of burning herbs, I tantalize your throat into a rasp when the light is almost through making its ways with me. I, your last defense, wisp away in your chest's burst, and the sun's warmth becomes a harsh burn. Tobacco has always hurt you, but never before like this.

Your heavy eyes pull you far below sleep to the underworld of dreams. The place you visit often that we like to call nightmares where the children lose their innocence and you another night of sleep. Those ocean blue crystals of sight are looking bruised and bloodshot. Your soul has been drained and I hardly recognize you anymore. Another surrender overtakes you, but their soft coats will be here to remind you what's real. Maybe one day they'll make you see all you've become. I'm not sure it'd take you less than twelve seconds to know that's your reflection in the pond.

With beasts under your arms and resting across your legs your eyes flutter up, away, and behind your eyelids. The solar rays beat projections of memories, burned into a dark line of sight. You try to recall a better time and a warmer feeling. Time dances about within your mind and a sweet smile gently purses open your lips, teeth humming with melancholic joy.

Hold it in, this eternal sleep. When you awaken even the cirrus cloud will leave the stratosphere. Hold it in, don't open your eyes to nothing. The blades of grass under your body will cease to receive sun, but you will always receive peace. Eyes half-closed and always dreaming.

A/N

This one was inspired by a dream, a good friend, and the song posted. About a week ago I had a dream about him, this vividly describes the scene and the song is what I heard playing. After writing it occurs to me that I may have even mouthed along some of the lyrics. Hope you enjoyed it!