This is not a path I thought I'd take, less traveled by
others or not
I need to be a caterpillar with so many legs to trek on all
the trails of my desire would take me, to pursue those you take and not act
lost
maybe I'm a wolf in
Grandma's carb, admiring the Red Hood you wear while you admire my big teeth or
the hungry look I have in my eyes -- this need to feed always present even in
this neck of the woods where I have no trail of breadcrumbs to lead me back and
you with your oven yawning open to bake me into pie
this not a place I
thought I would end up , aching to be baked, lost in the woods, a wolf howling
alone
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