Howl
Atop this little cliff
Bathed in the eerie moonlight
My tongue is yet to forget
The taste of my own blood
The dark sky bears witness
To how many nights
I’ve spent licking at these wounds
Spread across my soul
Gazing absent minded at the moon
Recollecting all the times
I’ve lunged to kiss the heart of the sky
Just for gravity, to pull me over the precipice
Falling down below, to where the shadows loom
Where the sticks and thorns draw my scarlet hue
I lick my wounds and climb my way back
To sit and wait till the moon and I reunite when it glows blue