Fury’s Child

‘Welcome to my world’
hissed the spider to the fly
bound in poisonous silk
could only squeak.
 
Big bad wolf 
frothing at the mouth
cannot wait
to get his paws
his claws into her.
So innocent
demure
sweet
never marred
never broken
or so they did think.
He stalked her through forests
gardens
towns
as she pranced through life
or so did they believe.
No worries
no cares
taken care of by grandma
never harmed 
never blooded.
Reckoning was coming
only none were aware
except grandma
who sacrificed her life
to create the beast this child would become.
Slashes through the night
gaping wounds
throats cut
rage pouring
she ran through the night
howling. 
Big Bad Wolf heard her
head shaking
suddenly realizing
she the huntress 
he her prey.
 
January 29/18

The Hunters

Standing
looking down the barrel
a gun aimed at her head
silent tears
track through the dust on her cheeks.
He tells her to kneel
he demands that she begs
yet she looks up at him
defiant to the end.
Gun shot rang
the echo
shattering the midnight silence
she fell at his feet.
All the others lay on their bellies
heads pressed to the dirt
afraid to move
even a single twitch.
They do not want to end up like her.
Lies will be spewed
as asses are covered
but the truth shall be found
for no one with a conscience can sleep
while they play hunter
their prey helpless at their feet.
Humanity will be lost
if this is left to fester
all cannot be shot
if we stand up to the Jester.
Picture via: Photo by Sebastián León Prado on Unsplash