May I return to the day where little girls are innocent? Please, perhaps for just a moment. Where her mother loved her and wanted to keep her safe, where grandma's arms weren't sharpening the knives. Please, give me back that time.
She's tired of slaughtering wolves.
She's sick of washing off the bloody stains.
Yet, she does need the warmth of that fur coat. She does indeed.
Can she rear the wolf so that it's live warmth keeps her company? So that she ceases with all the killings. Should she? For the might of a wolf is in its ability to hunt. Would it still have it's greatness if it were tamed and curled on her bed, keeping them both warm?
Can such a fairy tale be written with a happily ever after?
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