i wake up, shivering,
the big bad wolf is laughing
i go to my dresser, crying
the big bad wolf is encouraging me
i make an incision,
the big bad wolf is licking my wounds
red, crimson, everywhere
the big bad wolf marvels at the colour
white paper made a beautiful rose,
the big bad wolf is saying its beautiful
jumper, hoodies, sweaters,
whatever to hide the pain
the pain of nothing, really
the pain of the big bad wolf
breathing down my neck.
