the big bad wolf
devoured you.
He sank his teeth
into
your tender flesh,
your little cries
he thought
were cries of pleasure,
you tasted so good
he enjoyed
every
little
bite
of
your young
unripe body.
And you,
who
always wanted
to run away
with
the
wolves,
you
pulled
the hair
of his back
and let out a cry,
a laughter, a sigh of
relief.
NO MORE GRANDMOTHERS,
PICNIC BASKETS
AND TRIPS INTO THE WOODS.
You are finally
FREE
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