Wolves
We're tied and bound not by thick chains, locked tightly in place, leaving their cold impressions on our skin but by thoughts and feelings dancing around in our heads, taunting us they're intangible, as thin as string We could just apply a small amount of force and break free, right? They would just disintegrate like they never existed Because it's as easy as breathing, right? But sometimes, the breaths don't come that easily. Catching in our lungs like a stray piece of fabric on a loose bit of skin The wolves howl in the distance, but you're bound to this tree The night is enclosing, shutting the curtains so you can only hear your fear It's your racked breaths and sweat dripping to the forest floor crystal clear as it hits the dirt. It's your tears blazing a fiery trail on your face then freezing over And you just can't take the sudden change And the howls are ...