Shelter
deceptive mist hits my face
awakening me from an indecent slumber
unaware of where I am
thoughts violate my mind
cold, wondering, thirsting
he still hangs onto me
i remember releasing him
yet still he secretly dominates
in the distant, i slice his throat
next to me, i comfort his pain
confused
alone
his control lingers
tired
exhausted
craving shelter
Drew Frederic