Poem: Sheep to Wolf to Sheep

Ferocity without purpose is malice

Throwing on a wolf skin

Followed by that of sheep

Looking harmless

Endearing

Playing at hard

Hiding casual cruelty beneath it all

Looking all pretty

Showing those sparkles

Trying to distract everyone

From the pitted, scarred core

Refusing to be viewed disadvantaged

Talking down

Dishing trash

Donning a stolen kid’s crown

Sweet as syrup

Till you’re drained to the last

Nothing left to offer

Then out on your ass