Big, Bad Wolf

hidden beneath a gown of falsehood
you try to conceal your wolfish grin
my sin
only to believe you could never deceive or pretend to be something you were not
yet when I peer into my crystal reflection claw marks are vibrant crimson
deep lacerations of the soul
the mark of you, your scent pungent sour
the hour… of midnight strikes
you crouch low
ivory canines sharpened
on my heart
your growl
mere laughter
because I lost the game
dark, omnious predator
that tore the flesh from my bones
death comes slow
love gashes that will never heal
as you advance to your lair
to rest
for tomorrow’s hunt
destruction of your next female prey
me no longer there.

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