I do so wonder... about the wolf
His sharp teeth dripping red...

What lies are sort out in silence
What truth is found in a name...

Every house is aflame
On this feast of Samhain...

Molly ran away as far as the police are concerned
Rebecca went to the shop and never returned...

Scratch and scrape
Pin pricks everywhere...

In the dark doth slither and claw
A hungry servant with open maw...

A spirit in darkness brightly shone
It’s gentle kindness given...

This is it
That moment...

Consciousness comes undone
Before the beating of his wings...

A painter of nudes
And Hollywood dudes...

I feel like I want to write about
Someone who hates her own skin...