Distance you dissected;

disemboweled and left it

behind; for wolves,

flesh just shreds in stresses

as bloodletting bested;

no longer crawling,

this unstaggered agony accepted.

Blame is mine, abetted

though scarred, still so stupidly skeptic;

my skin so young

I could too easily misconceive...

a touch on my body leaving a pain so electric.

Nerves numbed, frayed and fretted;

a brush against abscesses, presses.

With what vague impressions left allowing

noise resounding

between the background hounds still howling

teeth bared, serrated grins still growling

and here you left me,

running footsteps matching heartbeats pounding