“The Wolf who Cried” by Cristina Dominguez

black tear streaked cheeks
matted, mangled legacy
lilies on her grave

ink scratched surface
smudging untarnished white page
awaken white rage

Brush her with dry bristles
Splinter dark revelation
Innocent white out

new moon, cold light-bulbs
your halo around my neck
hoarse, breathless howl

Foaming and Feral
Thirsting for clear consciousness
Turn water into whine

folding the blood-stained wings
gilded greater good

white lies handcuff truth
under rubble, dirt and root
the she-wolf still lives

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