Full moon and the wolves are out tonight
Demons dance by the fire stomping the dirt between toes
Uncontrollable we are not controlled
Rhythmic pounding alive forever in our hearts
Once the sun comes up the magic fades but it is always with us
Even after it ends
Our fullest potential is reached when the moon is above
Howling like the animals we are
Anything goes because the wolves are out tonight
hmm. i feel awake. this isn’t like last time. i am above the water now. yes.
We meet each other in the dark above the dirt and your hood is up and your scarf covers your face
We lock eyes and we both know what is on our mind
“I’m sorry.”
“I know, [REDACTED]. It’s OK. I was hoping you would say that.”
“I had to. I’m really sorry.”
“I know, [REDACTED].”
“Thank you. Thank you.”
We hug and our bodies tingle and the tension is gone. You are fire. I don’t know what I am.
But you are fire.
And everything works out. And everything is going to be OK.
stories from a drifter 