a smile - the orphan on her face slips
there is no purchase without a foundation
rage the evenings repast with sour fear garnish
large is the fist as all things are when you're five
"tell them what he does and they'll take him away," said Mother
back to the audience of the wolf.
toss - she flew and a blanket of splinters came scratching
the cupboard gave stoppage with its material
betrayal as only a mother can teach is her gift for life.
black stare the paralyzer of herself
falling, scraping, crawling, blood, the why bewilders
fourteen she grows - the wolf knows too a new fear is born
creeps through the door hoping for silent feet
dark said no tossing the fist, her face the embrace
crimson, the favourite banquet of a canines appetite
explosive outrage finally destroyed trepidation
fleeted foot fueled by years set her to flight
never to return to the lair of the wolf, anything else - heaven
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