The Wolf - The Dream

I remember,
the single shot
that made me 
deaf to all.
I remember
seeing Anthony
join me on 
the asphalt.
I remember 
attending the funerals
of Edward Williams,
and Michael Adams.
I remember 
when Alice Winfield
was carted off
and locked away.

They haunt me 
in my sleep,
and my waking hours.
And the whole while,
Wolf watches me,
waiting
on the edges of insanity,
for the mask to fracture;
for me to crack.

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