my, what big teeth you have.
she looks like little red riding hood,
bundled in her crimson cape.
something prowls,
teeth bared.
dripping chemicals,
bruising up her veins.
the big bad wolf
lurks in her bones.
a snarl escapes,
smells of saline.
he just took grandma
and now he hunts for her.
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whew! powerful!
Yes! Powerful!
Whoa…I agree with Linda & Wendy.
Cultural symbols for personal problems. I have enjoyed your “biting”
verse all month