Just a trembling little bunny
afraid of the dark daylight
which can drag me out from
my safe, comforting hollow

But sometimes I can run away from the blinding day
not daring to go to the horrid place
where filthy animals use sharp sticks to write on dead slabs of trees
and where the big bad wolf hides—in plain sight

The big bad wolf,
who painfully turned my almost white fur into pitch black ugliness,
left the haunting feeling of his dagger like claws
and it makes it so hard to breath

Maybe if I had not let the poison of the rotten fruits
slip past my young lips and slide down my hushed throat
drowning my inhibitions and consciousness
I could have stopped—it

Maybe if I had not been so bare
showing things only few should see
the big bad wolf
would have stopped—when he saw me

Maybe if I had not gone
to where the wild animals masquerade together with toxins and pleasing sounds
it would not need to have been stopped

But it happened
the big bad wolf
gobbled me away
and left me without words

He turned my mind into shards
that pierced my peace
draining my self-confidence
and destroying what happiness I had left

He discarded
me
all alone
to rot in my misery

Once my friends
now vile enemies
people I knew turned on me
like a pack of hungry wolves

The big bad wolf tried to corner
my remaining innocence that lingered within my fluttering heart
but all of the silenced words he stole from me that night
came back

They roared through my throat
and echoed into existence
where the world could know
that I said NO

And that I meant it.