I hold my blanket
To my chest
Like an anchor
Against the rolling waves
And ghostly moon
Calling for the wolves
To come
And find me, and teach me
A lesson.
My bare feet make contact,
With the sand,
And I slip,
Bringing out a wary
hand to save me
from the fall.
I'm smart,
But not smart enough
To make it out
Of this nightmare of my creation.
All that is left
Is to wish
For something better
To come and find me
Than those desperate
Wolves, and their gnashing teeth.

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