The Wolf Of Loneliness
A prose poem
Oh, to be low. So very low. The lowest. The low where you believe you have made a gigantic mistake. A life-altering mistake. You thought you’d decided wisely. Waited. Thought about it. Looked at all the angles. And then … this.
You had no idea really what it would be like. You imagined. You role-played. You looked at the downsides over and over, and thought you’d overcome…