Out there in the forest,
running from herself;
determined to hide from him,
even if her teeth rot out of her head.
She will not yield.
Crying alone in the forest;
a wolf appears in the distance
and she is caught off guard.
The tears stop.
She is lost in the fur of a hug and a kiss.
Found, she stands up and walks away;
for so much of her life, she ran from herself.
Now she walks with a friend.
The man with no heart can rot in hell.
C & K 