Disclaimer: I do not own X-men.
A/N: I don't know if this would be considered poetry or what, but I wrote it one day and decided it was worth a shot to put it up here. It's in Wolverine's point of view and is mix of… well all of the X-men stuff, considering it has to do with Logan's past. Please Review and tell me what you think. ^_^
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I found myself staring at my reflection in the water.
But the reflection I saw wasn't me.
Someone else stared back at me with hard angry black eyes that pierced through my soul.
I heard someone scream and realized that the deep howl of pain had come from my lungs.
The blood smeared on my hands and clothes was not my own…
I have yet had a rational thought pass through my head since… since I killed her…
I suddenly feel sick and sink to my knees near the creature lying beside me with unblinking eyes.
I look away from the dead doe and plunge my head into the slow moving river. The water runs red with fresh blood then clears as I pull my head up. Trails of dirt and blood mingle with the water running down my face and neck onto my bare shoulders and back.
The sadness I feel wont go away, the more I think of what happened the more it digs into my being like a dagger being stabbed into the ground.
I grit my teeth together turning the hurt into anger and dig my nails into the dirt. I stare at the reflection in the water again and growl… then it hits me; the reflection in the water is… me.
I stand back up.
Water drips into my eyes from my damp hair.
I hear the familiar howl of wolves off in the distance and I answer back with my own howl of misery.
I lift up the dead doe by the neck and begin to drag it off, back into the woods… back into the dark.
Where I belong.