skysaredoorwayshome:

i.

I found you in a snow-choked
twilight, beneath tree limbs
that had fallen to shield your
bones. Hair withered and
tangled to thick red locks
that fell to cling to your
cheek bones. Your voice
was the soft sound of
a spoon tinkling against
a teacup – a wolf howling
the light in…

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1:50 am  •  2 May 2012  •  97 notes