She had a wolf inside her who'd tear off her own 2 limbs. A wolf who'd howl at the moon, a wolf who'd move quickly with the wind. She had a wolf inside her who wanted to be free. A wolf who had no boundaries, a wolf with sharp white teeth. The wolf inside her was never gentle, and it was never kind. It followed her every foot stoop, and never left her behind. She had a wolf inside her, who'd protect her in any fight. The wolf was always her, only visible in the night. She was viscous and hungry, and ready to die. She was a lonely and howling wolf, who only knew how to cry.