# We Used to be Wild

Author: Mister Moira
Tags: Friendship, Love, Poetry, wild

#3 of Poetry

A poem inspired by my best friend and our complex relationship with each other and with the world.

We Used to be Wild

  
I was swallowed whole  
by your howl. A spectre,  
the sun rose. I remember  
the tremor, midnight  
feathers aquiver  
when you found me.  
Yawning maw filled  
with wind and the sheen  
of your fangs. You scented  
past my silence, my hollow  
bones. The trees were old  
friends. We dove into dew.  
Flesh blooms.  
Flank heaving. Breath  
shatters. Warmth, startled,  
flees. Feathers and falling ash.  
They caged me just to save me.  
I pace in front of my window,  
daylight dies between the bars.  
Into darkness, cover cast over.  
I set my watch on  
the nightstand with  
my first feather, your final fang.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3egGXKPe
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