Big Bad Wolf
How many times can you strip the flesh from my bones?
You pick me clean,
leave me out for the crows
Yet still you walk away starved
I am done making myself a slave to your appetites
Done cloaking myself in the color of lamb’s blood
Now you can find me among the wolves
Teeth bared, hackles raised
hungry eyes aglitter in the dark
And when I leave your bones out for the crows
Remember that I learned to bite when I felt the sting of your teeth
I learned how to hunger
from the beast you see in the mirror.
