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 the villain makes his entrance in the spaces we've neglected. the trees clench their fists. distraught at the apathy of the forest. 

we slip into the void. sour candy melting into our lips . distant voices shout at the colors that have bled into our wounds. 

the little doll has her stones sharpened. as the fairy tale comes to its apex. 

the breath of the wolf hot on the back of her neck. 

breadcrumbs fall like tears as she stumbles over her  beaten path. 

all the witches stoke their cauldrons. her journey corrupted by stolen skin. 

she looks the wolf in the eyes. prepared to be eaten. 

she asks the wolf how big his teeth are. 

and he just grins. 

she smiles back. daring  him to swallow. 

knowing that he'll choke on her. 


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