the change from her skin into a wolf's fur
underneath the silver moonlit sky, she can howl, four times
for the different winds and elements
everything that is under her skin is reason enough of care
like the spots over her arms and the shadow behind her lip
she howls again, everything that's been broken was once built
and every night that's been dark is a result of snippets of days
and so is she, pieces from things little, things strange, things unknown
herself, howling.
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