Woman with tired eyes
Where will you go?
Your heart cracking at every step you take
Your bones already fragile as feathers
But its short steps continue north
Why don't you stop, pale moon?
There is snow on all sides and furious yellow eyes staring at you in the dead of night
Can't you smell their sharp claws bathed in blood? How can it not give you chills?
But she continues to follow the frenetic breaths around her,
without fear
until the lair of the wolves
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