"Mouths become stiff cones." This is one of the most beautiful lines I think I've ever read. I'm not kidding. Wow! :D

"Spittle along the side of her acorn-bed." I really like this description; it's very vivid and creative.

"Like the floor when it rolled under my palms." You really are a master of similes.

"And when I breathe something feels heavier." Fascinating.

"Like being saved when you don't want to be." This really hit me hard.

I don't know what to tell you, Juliet. You're an excellent writer. Keep doing what you're doing. :)

"and I watched the werewolves wander while

my whispers left imprints of fully formed words

on the collected frost of the windowpanes, and

when I breathe something feels heavier."

I love those four lines. The whole poem is beautiful and I love it to pieces. And the last couple of lines moved me.

"but how can you be an angel

when I don't believe in god?"

This is brilliant and I'm totally faving it. Lovely

Killer ending ;)