Did no one caution you, silly girl?
The wolf enters if you don’t bar the door
He hovers, drooling from teeth of pearl
Did you not know the foul deeds in store?
I believe that, deep down, you did
You didn’t flee, knowing he’d ravage
You fight back even worse than you hid
Playing dead, you lay still for the savage
I can only imagine what you’re thinking
You permitted entry, opened up wide
His musky scent, greedy eye, winking
It was foolish to let him come inside
A violation of tender, delicate form
The dastardly work of a dark carnivore
His mouth dripping your fluids, warm
Your ruined body, limp on the floor
©️2026 Kevin Trent Boswell
