Finding a Friend

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.

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