Help

Help. There is a wolf at the door.
Over my bed he stands when I am asleep. I do not see him. I have learned to sleep with my face to the wall. But he is there. I feel the loneliness of his breath over me. I feel him watching me.

He does not harm me. He does not touch me.

In the doorway he stands. Over my bed he stands. Behind the shower curtain he stands. Behind the darkness he stands. In front of me he stands. I look down.

He does not scorn me. He does not blame me.

Help. There is a wolf in my house.
Before the sun he brings them out. I buried them so long ago. But he brings them out. He takes them out. Before the sun they come out. Before me they sit. They crowd the living room. I no longer have a place to sit. So I stand. I look down.

The wolf never travels alone.

I long for the sun. I long for the day. I long for the emptiness. I long to sit. I long to be warm.
I long for the night. I long for the wolf.
Put me inside.
Put me inside.

Help.