The Big Bad Wolf

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My what big eyes I have,
All the better to trick you with
My what pretty smile I have,
All the better to fool you with

Ahh little one with your hood so red
Just wait till you see me in bed
I'm gonna huff and puff
And fuck up your life instead.

Trust is for the desert
Putting down waiting roots
Straining through the cracks
That none but the mirror sees

Trust is for the desert
Where the stones are bread
And angels wait to catch me
And yet I must say no

Trust is for the desert
Where I can find no green within me.
Though I wander forty years
The seeds refuse to sprout.

Trust is for the desert
Where distance is measured
Against the landmarks of my shame
And always I must measure again.

Trust is for the desert
Search for a God
No longer found in fire or cloud
No longer heard in whispers.

Trust is for the desert
Against the grain
Against the rain
Yearning for the green again.

There is a strength in open doors
That cannot be found in walls

I wear these scars

Beneath my skin

Easier than believing

That it won't hurt

When the light gets in