Everyday the wolf grins at me
Dark eyes glitter in satisfaction
All bared fangs and licked lips
A look of pride, lust, not even
A tinge of remorse
Everyday the wolf howls at me
It's face contorted in amusement
At the agony it's inflicted on me
When it's claws dug into my skin
When I told it not to
Everyday the wolf is loved
Praised for its loud snarls
Entertained by claps and greedy hands
The wolf had greedy hands
Roaming every inch of my still body
Ignoring every flinch of my muscles
Or hesitation and fear in my eyes
The wolf was manipulative
Tricked me into silencing myself
Tricked me into thinking that was how it was supposed to be
Or that it was my fault
The wolf was not the fairytale version
Because the first time that I cried I realized
That the wolf was real this time
