Howling
He stumbles across a log and falls with a heavy thud.
He lays there, the sound of his sobbing breaking the silence before he’s pushing up and over to sit up against the log, his hands wrapped around his knees and he can feel them stinging, small patches of blood and dirt mixing on his jeans before lets his eyes scan around the area, he doesn’t want to be along but he doesn’t want to be around people so he throws his head back and tries to howl, he remembers it from watching the TV the same night the strange man went away, learnt about how wolves howled to talk to each other. He keeps howling, his sobs breaking it before he’s stopping and hitching with his breath as his chest grows tighter, he doesn’t understand what’s happening and he panics more when everything starts to blur in his eyes.
It’s a rough tongue to his cheek that makes him gasp and let more air in to his lungs.
Lips of an Angel