I live among the wolves
Who salivate at the thought of my demise
Who dress in sheep's clothes that I
Might sleep a little closer at night
They, who bare fangs to my bared heart
Who I am forever cautioned
Will tear me apart
Yet among them I lay when the sky grows dark
You are no wolf, she said
No hunter lurks beneath your flesh
And she laid her head on my chest
And begged me trust her, and rest
And she flashed a smile with a hint of red
Exposing teeth carefully filed flat
I am no wolf, I repeated
But surely one sleeps in my bed.
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