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Across the street is a girl
Wearing a red velvet cape.
Her hair is liquid sunshine,
Her clothes are gossamer wings.
Her eyes are fixed on the ground
As her boyfriend barks at her.
"Tramp! Whore! Slut!" he spits at her.
She only listens, silent.
"What the hell are you doing,
Prancing around dressed like that?
Have you no propriety?
No modesty? Sense of shame?
"Are you trying to hurt me?
Trying to make me angry?
Showing off for other guys?
You disgusting bitch!" he snarls.
With every word, the girl shrinks
As he makes a meal of her.
Soon it seems there's nothing left,
And he smiles, his fangs showing.
Suddenly, I hear her voice.
"You can't talk to me that way!
You don't even deserve me!"
Her boyfriend is dumbfounded.
Her words are sharp as a knife,
Cutting away at the wolf,
Tearing him from inside out.
She emerges, an angel.
Turning, she leaves him behind.
Holding his stomach, he stares,
Watching the girl walk away
Until she's just a red speck.