Big bad wolf

There was something about her that made me uneasy.

A coy quality that played hide and seek with my mind, leaving me blind to the reality of her. She played the wounded fawn but she stalked the room, holding everyone captive in her withering gaze. She had fangs that would spring themselves unannounced like a bear trap in the bathroom. She would spring forward, growling obscene epithets when enraged or cornered. She refused to be caged. She refused to go without seeing the moon glow over the world. The moon that would hang improbable in the sky defying questions of why and demanding philosophers and scientists alike to answer. She had claws, too. Claws that could scrape down a back leaving ecstatic chills in their wake.

I ran with her and got lost deep in the ebony of night. My hands and feet scraped raw by the rocks and branches, I tried my best to follow.

Only to be left behind to howl alone.